Hey Angel. //h.s//

//What a Feeling//

Harry's POV:

This is it. I'm not being shy anymore, I know what I want. Her. I want her in the best and worst way. I want the 4am kitchen raids; I want the girl from the aquarium, but most importantly, I want the girl from behind the piano.

Now the door is closed, my safety net removed. Yeah, I'm a confident guy, but it is withdrawn whenever she is near. We guide ourselves down the stairs and out of the entrance, approaching our cars. 'No.' I state assertively as I watch her stride towards hers. My reprimand now evident on her face. I offer her my hand and she rebuffs me. Opening the door for her, and allowing her the time to climb in until I close the door. Walking back around to the other side, I get into my car and I drive Grace back to her apartment. Yes I know she might as well have driven her own car but I have my reasoning for that.  The meticulous planning, well all 5 seconds of the spontaneity it took. I knew exactly what was supposed to happen. You can't keep leaving this shit to fate, it barely even exists. Yes of course, some fragment of my being believes somethings happen for a reason, how else would I have met Grace? But you, yourself has to grow up one day and metaphorically take the goddamn bull by their goddamn horns. Cliché as it may be, it's there for those who choose to believe it.

It's 7:00 now, how in the hell am I supposed to prepare for this? This is way out of my comfort zone. This the first time I've been in this situation. I've taken her to the fucking aquarium and my studio, she is definitely special. Albeit, I want to explore the different sides to her. Hypothesis: She isn't as pure as she leads me to believe. My social experiment conducted tonight to decipher whether she is tainted or pure. It shouldn't be that hard. Fuck how are my hands this bloody clammy?

'Okay Angel, now here's what I want you to do. I want you to hurry upstairs and cover yourself in something tight, at approximately 9:00, I will be knocking on your door.' I smirk, removing my seatbelt and myself from the car, I open her door and watch her slip out. 'Such a gentleman' she flirts.
'Only for you.' I retort with a subtle beam on my face. She climbs the steps, to the big wooden doors, detailed with golden handles. I of course stay in the car, shamefully watching her arse as she edges closer to that door. As soon as I see she is inside, I pull out and drive away.

Driving home with the radio just below a muffle, smirk imbedded on my face. The scenarios of tonight embellished on my mind. The drive is already over before I've even comprehended which one I am craving for the most. I mean, I know I want her. I want her writhing around under my touch. Now all I have to think of is how do I portray that without pushing her further away. No H, confidence. Think about it, why would she say no? She hasn't particularly left any kind of inclination that she doesn't like me. Waltzing into my apartment I drop my keys on the table by the door and fling my coat onto the sofa. Remembering my shower from earlier, I go into the bathroom and wet my face with a flannel.  

My wardrobe is full of endless possibilities, but there is nothing that catches my eye. Nothing good enough for tonight. My black jeans adorn my legs, held up by a belt, whilst my chest is barren from clothing. My mind stumbles upon a memory, I swear I have a black shirt somewhere? Mum sent me something and it arrived today, however I had a 'prior engagement' to get to causing me to skip the details. I head into the kitchen, to find an empty parcel with a neatly folded and blatantly ironed shirt, completely devoid of creases and crinkles. Cheers mum. I retrieve the shirt and wander back to my room. The shirt now technically on me, I just haven't done it up. I wander to the mirror and so to say, 'check myself out' Lame. I begin the task of buttoning my shirt, with at least three at the top undone, not leaving much to the imagination. However, I look fucking great. 

Shit. 8:30. I spray myself with cologne. Clutching my coat and keys, I head out. My right hand patting my right back jean pocket, finding the phone silhouette. My routine complete, I close my door behind me, ensuring that it is locked. I head out and watch as my car flashes signifying it's unlocked, I clamber in and pull away. Now, now I'm nervous.