Remember When...

Chapter 4

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I stare into his eyes with a questioning look on my face. Does he mean the launch or me?? My heart is racing. Why does this man make me feel like this?

"I have worked long and hard for this new product," he states proudly. I then realize that he was talking about the launch and my heart sinks. What am I thinking? I am way too old for this. This man is only a few years older than my son!!! I need to get away from him before I make a total fool of myself.

"I need to use the bathroom" I stutter, moving my hand from Harry's.

For a fleeting moment I see a look of disappointment flash across his face. "OK but hurry back" he says. I hurry in the direction of the bathroom but go straight past and out to the balcony. I reach into my bag and call Jenna's number.

"Tori? What's wrong?" she asks with a panic tone

"I need to go home. I just wanted to let you know that I was leaving. I will catch a cab," I say to her as I feel the tears welling.

"Tori, what has happened? Where are you?" I can hear the desperation in her voice.

"I'm OK. This was just a bad idea. I need to go home," I sob as the tears start to fall. "I'm sorry Jenna, I don't think I am quite ready to mingle. The pain is just too much" as I taste the salt of my tears on my lips.

I shudder at the all too familiar feeling I get when Harry damn Styles is within 20 feet of me. I turn around and see that he is stalking toward me with a concerned look in his eyes.

As he reaches me, he takes my phone from my hand and looks at the caller ID. "She will call you back, Jenna," he says.

I look at this man in front of me incredulously. Who does he think he is? "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I ask in a pissed off tone, reaching for my phone.

Harry lifts his hand with my phone out of my reach. "How childish can he be" I am left wondering.

"You left me sitting at the booth by myself!!" he booms. "I then find you out here on your damn phone! Not very nice Tori!!"

When I look up into his eyes, I can see a shift in his demeanor. "What..Why are you crying?" "Did something happen to you in the bathroom?" He asks with genuine concern. He lowers his hand and reaches for my face, placing his thumbs on my cheeks, wiping away my tears.

"Answer me please," he says impatiently.

I pull his hands away from my face. "Nothing happened" I tell him "I am just a little overwhelmed" feeling my face flush.

How many people do you know, that go to the trendiest nightclub in town, have the attention of the hottest bachelor around and blurt out that they feel overwhelmed? Only 1. Me of course.

Harry reaches for my hands and lifts them to his mouth. "Please come back to the table and talk with me," he asks tenderly. I allow Harry to lead me back to the booth however this time, he ushers me in first. Great, Trapped!! The only way I can get out is over the top or under the table, I think to myself.

"Tell me why you were crying" Harry asks gently.

"Its nothing. Just me being overly emotional. You know how us women get at times" I say with a smile hoping that we can change the subject.

Harry processes what I have said for a few seconds and nods that gorgeous head of his.

"Tell me about yourself Tori, I want to know all about you" he says, like he has forgotten my tears of a few minutes ago.