Polite//l.s

Twenty

SO WTF DID THE RBBSBBOFFICIAL ACCOUNT FAVORITE. PLEase SEnD heLp iM nOT OKAy.

"Reservations for Styles," I smiled at the hostess.

"Mister Styles, so nice to see you again," she smiled back.

"Yes, you as well." I kept the conversation up as she led us to our seats, "I don't get down here nearly as often as I would like, but I'm in town for business and I missed the food,"

"Glad you could carve out the time for us," she smiled again, "Enjoy," she walked away, her heels clacking as we sat down.

"Wow, what a kiss ass," Louis commented, opening his menu.

"Louis, please don't use that language here," I sighed. I didn't want to be rude, but by letting him speak that way would be rude to all the other lovely people eating dinner here tonight.

"Sorry love," he set his menu down, "this is literally not in English, order for me,"

"It's just French," I picked up my own menu to read to him.

"Tonight there's swordfish, a salad, and a lovely sauce to go with it; a Steak, apple garnish, and potato julienne;  or a risotto of some type."

"You speak French?" Louis stared at me, appearing to not comprehend the fact.

"Of course, I speak six languages," I wonder how many Louis speaks. Obviously not French.

I could imagine us traveling; Louis knew the languages I didn't and we could be each other's translators.

"Oh well if it's only six," he threw down his napkin.

"Do you speak more?" I asked happily, if he says yes I'm booking the flight to Africa right now.

"I speak English." He clarified, making my heart sink, "And sometimes not even that,"

"So what do you want?" I asked him, seeing the waiter make his way over.

"Which one is the cheapest?" Louis answered.

"They all cost the same," I answered. $99 a plate. 25 more for each accompanying item. They all had the same amount of food to offer, I had chose the swordfish, smaller servings and a salad. If I didn't use the sauce, I would probably have enough calories to stay under the limit. I hadn't kept track of what I ate today so u had to guess.

I know breakfast was large, so it most likely took up the majority of my daily allowance.

"What are you worrying about?" Louis asked as a different waiter approached the table, pouring champagne into classes before us.

I focused on the bubbly liquid instead of his question.

"You are underaged Harry," Louis smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips.

"I drink champagne all the time," I shrugged, glad he dropped the topic. It was embarrassing that I was so concerned about my calories. What my father would think of it.

"Oh my god," Louis moaned in a whisper across from me, "This tastes like a literal orgasm in my mouth,"

"You like that don't you," I smiled to myself at the joke, looking down at my glass.

"Did you just make a sexual reference?" Louis laughed loudly, covering his mouth afterward.

My smile only grew wider, breaking through to show my teeth. I can't believe I said that. Especially since Lou had actually had an orgasm in his mouth. Awkwardly enough; my own. Probably others as well.

My smile fell at the thought. My blood warmed at the notion.

"I'll have the steak if it's all the same to you," Louis distracted me from my scowling.

"Yeah, of course," I tried to lighten my mood. I've been rude enough to him tonight. I've already made a horrible comment and now I've got myself feeling something. I'm not sure how to describe the emotion, but it was prominent.

"Decided on what to order?" The first waiter came to our table, his uniform pressed briskly.

"I'll have the swordfish, thank you," I handed him my menu, waiting for Louis to give his request.

"Uh, steak please," Louis followed my lead, handing the man his menu.

"Are you sure your alright?" Louis asked as he placed his hand over mine. The act sent child up my spine.

"Yes I'm quite alright," I smiled at him, "Enjoy your meal please, it should be here in five to ten minutes; depending on how busy they are."

"Harry," Louis began, his time implied he was going to carry on the subject.

"They're probably not that busy," I started talking over him, "Food should be here in a few-"

"Harry!" Louis cut me off loudly; well, as loud as one could be in a restaurant without drawing too much attention.

I looked down after that, knowing I had upset him. It had been very rude of me.

"Please don't lie to me," he sounded more pained than angry.

I launched into the speech I always used with Father when I made mistakes "I apologize for any transgressions I may have committed over the duration of our current or any past visitations," I took a breathe, readying for the second round of my confession.

"Harry, please stop," I looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes crinkled with laughter. "I'm not mad at you, you don't need to apologize"

"I'm sorry," I blinked, willing away the shame of disappointing. I've been so rude lately, I haven't a clue what's gotten into me. Perhaps I'm ill.

"Your sorry for apologizing?" He smiled, "You truly are an angel,"

I stayed quiet, lately opening my mouth has been getting me into trouble.

"Can you tell me what's wrong now, baby?" Louis scooted his chair closer to mine, taking his champagne with him.

"Calories, Father, everyone you may or may not have slept with in the past," I rushed out the last bit, "I'm fine,"

That had left Louis with his mouth hanging open, his jaw slack.

"What, uh, what do you mean 'all the people I may or may not have slept with'," He asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Well I don't want you to be hurt, please don't interpret this as a call on your possible promiscuity," I tried to defend my claim, "I'm simply stating that you've been with other people in ways that you haven't been with me, and if given the option; my presence would most likely become far less precedented,"

"Harry, we don't have to have sex for me to like you," he replied.

"That's not what I'm saying," I answered as he picked up his champagne flute, taking a rather large full, "I'm saying that as a person, wouldn't you rather have someone who knows what they're doing?"

"Oh no," he shook his head, putting the now empty glass down, "God no, Kitten," he leaned in, motioning for me to come closer.

I leaned forward to meet him, letting his scruff rub against my cheek, "Your innocence Harry, is one of the reasons your so damn beautiful,"

His words made me want to become a lot less innocent.

To act on the urges wouldn't be very polite. Definitely not in a public restaurant, not one as nice as this.