Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Ch. 8 Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Harry's POV:

I stared at the clock, fidgeting my thumbs together. It was only 4 P.M.

Every second that past, felt like an hour. I was so anxious to see Anna Belle. God. Why can't she just get here already? I have so much planned for us...

Anna Belle's POV:

I stared at the clock, twirling my braid in between my index and middle finger.
This shit is taking forever.
I couldn't get Harry off of my mind. Only 5 or so customers have come in so far, it's been a slow day. 4:12 P.M. now.
2 more hours to go Anna.

I sighed, and decided to be productive until then. I wet a rag and began bussing tables.
"Hey, Anna Bo-Banna!" I heard call out from the bar, I slapped the rag on the table and didn't even look up. I knew who was calling my name. It was Jim, one of the guys my dad hired.

"Yeah..?" I finally replied with a slight pitch of annoyance.
"Go ahead and take off, sweetie. There's not much to do around here anyways. And I can tell you have plans that you're waiting to enjoy. So run along, I'll finish these tables."

Without even a second thought, I threw the rag into the bucket like a basketball and sprinted to the door while grabbing my keys off the hook on the wall.

"THANKS JIM JAM!" I shouted, while power walking out the door.

Harry's POV:

My once tapping foot grew into me pacing the floor. I was walking back and forth, just waiting for her to get here.
"Screeeeech..."
I heard her brakes outside as her tires rolled onto her driveway. I peeked out the window. She was smiling. She was so beautiful. Little pieces of stray hair blew with the wind, and she had her hands in her pocket. Anna Belle was walking with such long strides that one of her shoes caught a slick piece of ice on her steps and she slipped, but reassuringly caught herself on the railing. I couldn't help but chuckle at her clumsiness. She looked up almost as if she heard me laugh. I quickly jogged to the living room, straightened my tux and sat on the couch almost like I wasn't waiting for her at all.

The front door opened...

Anna Belle's POV:

I strolled through the front door and set down my side bag. That's when I saw him. Harry.

He was dressed in an all black tux with some black suede Oxford shoes. His hair was pushed back a little. He was tapping his shoe against the floor ever so lightly. He was looking so devilishly handsome and tall. His face was almost stern and carved with concentration.

"What's this all about?" I asked confusingly.
"Well, 1st of all. No more questions. Go upstairs, take a shower, and be ready by 6. We have reservations at 7." He proclaimed, while studying his nails.

"Reservations to where?"
"Nuh. Uh. No, no questions." He shook his finger at me, like a bad child who broke the family vase.

Harry pointed his finger upstairs, "Go on."
I almost skipped rhythmically upstairs and went to the bathroom to start my shower. My mind raced. I don't like surprises.

I washed my hair with strawberry smelling shampoo, when I was done I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my bare body. My wet feet slapped the wood floor as I moved into the bedroom.

I was completely blown away by what I saw laying on my bed.

A pure white flowing gown with long laced sleeves and an open back, black open toed pumps with an ankle strap and a black silver necklace that reached the collar bone with little triangles on it. I have never owned something so fancy or beautiful.

I brushed my hair and blow dried it until it was semi-straight. I braided a small side piece of hair until it reached the back of my head, then I pinned it, I rejoined the rest of my hair and pulled it to the side and twisted it into a tight side bun.

For my make up, I put on a light foundation powder and contoured my nose and cheek bones with a light bronzer. Dark brown eyeshadow shaped my eyebrows and lightly colored the crease on my eyelid followed by a gold shimmer that covered my eyes. I lastly curled my eyelashes and gave them a light coat of mascara. For my final look, I swept over my lips with a nude lipstick that was chocolate flavored.

I stood up and dropped my towel. I slipped the white angelic gown over my breasts, it fell to the ground, completely hiding my feet.
I looked in the mirror and for once, I thought I looked like a princess.

Finally, it was 5:47 P.M.

After I slipped on my shoes, I straightened my self up and decided it was time to walk downstairs to meet Harry. I grabbed my black clutch, spritzed myself with Juicy Couture and took a deep breath before I made my entrance.

My heels drummed against the steps as I slowly glided down the stairs. Harry was already looking at me, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes never blinking.

I couldn't hide my smile anymore. The way he looked at me. Like I was a Christmas gift.

"Oh. We're not going anymore. You put me to shame. You make me look like a homeless man. You're a queen." Harry said, putting his face in his hands trying to smother his blushing cheeks.
"Nonsense. You are so handsome." I cooed in his ear as I pulled his hands away from his face.
"By the way, how did you know my size?" I curiously asked.
Harry blushed even more, "I kind of went through your closet without your permission."
I laughed at his honesty, and then kissed him.
"Mmmmm, chocolate?" He licked his lips.
He then hugged me and said, "Ready to go?"
I nodded in agreement and he guided me outside where there was a big black Escalade parked and waiting for our arrival.
"And your hair smells like strawberries?" Harry said through his smile.
I blushed pink.
He put his hand on my lower back and whispered in my ear,
"My little chocolate covered strawberry."