Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 23

Harry and I agreed to dinner at the restaurant where I first ate with Sophia and the rest of the guys, nearby the office. We chose the third floor which has nothing to do with what I've seen of it. It's a beautiful restaurant, decorated with little glittering lights along the wall. A guy I've seen before guides us to our table, which I know now, Harry had already chosen and reserved for us.

Our table is at the opposite way of the stairs, turned to a window that shows us the shining lights of the streets and mostly, Styles Publishing all lighted. Behind Harry there's a small abstract fountain, adorned all around with heart shaped candles. The water breaks at the bottom, making a calm and relaxing sound throughout the entire restaurant.

"Do you like it?" Harry asks, when I'm done scanning every bit of this lovely place.

"Yea, it's beautiful." Is all I can say. But what I really want to say is thank you. I was apprehensive about going out again, after what happened. I still don't know if I could do it by myself but, with Harry, I feel secure, like nothing has happened at all.

"Good evening, have you already chose?" A woman comes to take our orders.

"Chef's choice please." Harry immediately says. "Same for the lady."

I give him a look. "And red wine, any type you'd recommend." He says it with such confident that I think about how many times he must do this, dinner with different women every night. A touch of envy hits me from god knows where.

The woman takes our orders and leaves us, not before smiling too widely for Harry. "I'm assuming you do this all the time."

"What?"

"This."

"You mean dinner? Yea I do it at least once a day." He winks.

"You sounded quite sure ordering, I'm just wondering if you dinner with a different woman every single night." I stare right into his piercing green eyes and they look hurted.

"It has been a long time since I went out on a date with somebody." I can see he's recalling his memories. "But, this isn't a date right?"

"Hum right." Right Melissa.

The waitress brings our wine, leaning too much on Harry, which he doesn't seem to notice. Or doesn't seem to bother. Harry quickly dismisses her though and fills our glasses.

"Thank you."

"So your friend and Liam huh?" Harry breaks our awkward silence, taking a sip of the wine.

"Her name is Sophia." I state dryly. "And I'm happy for her."

"Happy?" He raises his eyebrows. "You really have that guy on high consideration."

"I know what you did." The words escape me without asking and I know I screw everything up.

Harry stops cold eyeing me. I almost feel his skin heating up and his blood boiling through his shirt. "I know Harry. I know what you did but not why. And maybe I'll never know. I also know most people hate you for that and perhaps that's why Liam and your father do."

"You know who my father is? Well guess what, you still don't know a thing." He looks down as if wondering if he should go or not.

"Yeah that's right, I don't know everything. I don't know what made everyone hate you apart from what you did."

"You better leave, just like everyone else."

"Harry, you've done things. Bad, terrible or whatever, those things shouldn't haunt you forever. And look, I'm still here."