I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty Six.

I am so so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. But I'm thinking about editing this all from the beginning because I'm really not happy with it. What do you guys think?"

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Harry;

The two of us may have been seated quickly but even then, it was still full and I'm pretty sure I could see a couple of people attempting to take some not so sneaky pictures.

Sarah looked gorgeous, no word of a lie and I watched as she took a menu from our waiter before catching my eyes.

"What?" she giggled after a few seconds of me just staring at her.

"You look incredible," I grinned, loving the fact that her face turned a lovely shade of red.

"You've told me already."

"And I'm telling you again. If you want, I could say it a third time."

"Stop!" she laughed, taking a look around the crowded restaurant.

I followed her gaze, frowning at the vast majority of people who were staring at us and sighed, "'m sorry that it's so crowded. I didn't expect it to be like this."

This wasn't how I expected our first date to at all. All of these strangers staring and I could see that Sarah was getting a little uncomfortable but of course, she tried to hide it.

"You weren't to know." she shrugged.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" I asked, putting my menu down.

"No," she smiled, her hand coming to rest on mine, "Harry, really, it's fine."

"Are you sure? 'cause we could go out into the city somewhere. Or get room service and eat on the balcony."

She caught my gaze this time and I could see in her eyes that she was a little relieved that I had suggested it and really, that was all I needed to see.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I stood up and held my hand out for her.

"Come on," I urged, "We're going to eat upstairs."

"Harry, no! What about your reservation? You can't let it go to waste."

I let out a groan and looked around, spotting a young couple who looked to be arguing with the hostess and I approached them, "Excuse me, are you looking for a table?"

"I-I yes-"

"Take ours," I insisted, pointing back to where Sarah was still sat, mouth agape, "Honestly, it's fine." I then looked at the woman behind the podium, "Whatever they have, give the bull to me in the morning, yeah?"

She nodded, "Of course sir."

"Great," I grinned, rushing back over to my lovely date for the evening, "There. Not going to waste. Can we go now?"

She shook her head, smile on her face as she finally slipped her hand into mine, "You really are something else, Mr Styles."

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Sarah;

Up on his floor, we quickly made our way towards Harry's room and as we walked, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "I feel bad that you got all dressed up for nothing."

"Don't worry about it." I smiled.

"I can't help it. I just feel like the whole night is kinda a bu-"

I stopped him by placing my finger to his lips, "Honestly Harry, it's fine. I don't really care about where we go. All that really matters is that I get to spend some time with you."

He smiled and I felt his lips press against the pad of my finger before finally pushing the door open and while he took off his jacket, I went straight to the window, where there was a nice view of the pool below.

"You have a better view than me," I huffed, "All I see is like...buildings."

He let out a small laugh and came to stand behind me, "Buildings are cool though."

I snorted, "Sure."

He then pulled me over to the small table in the room, making me sit down on one of the plush chairs and I saw that there was a newspaper lying and scanning the pages that it was open to, I saw what they had been saying about Harry and I.

I looked up again when he returned, handing me a glass of wine, "Have you read it?"

"No," I shook my head, "What're they saying?"

He sat down across from me, "Basically, that we're jungle husband and wife."

I hummed, "Well I have to say, you make a good husband."

He gave me a bright smile, "Are you wanting to eat now? Or are you not bothered."

"I'm not bothered to be fair," I admitted.

The two of us looked up at the door as a knock came from the other side.

"Harry? It's me!"

Harry groaned at the sound of his friend's voice, sending me an apologetic glance before getting up to go answer it, "Lou, this really isn't a good t-"

As he pushed the handle down, Louis pushed the door open, making his way into the middle of the room where I gave him a small wave.

"Wow Harry," he whistled, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at his watch, "Good date? I mean it's only gone half eight. Have fun painting the town beige?"

"Shut up Louis," Harry muttered, blush spreading over his face.

"We're actually just about to eat," I said, standing up from my chair, "We decided to come up here and eat."

"Oh, so you haven't eaten?" Louis asked, "Well I was just about to go downstairs for some food but your plan sounds much better. You don't mind, do you Harry?"

"Well, actu-"

"Great!" he said enthusiastically, "Let me just nip back to my room and grab a couple things and then I'll come back and we can all have a chat."

He was gone before either of us could protest and Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Arsehole."