Isn't she lovely?

Chapter 2

Wow, time flies like you wouldn't believe, I swear an hour ago it was three in the afternoon and now it's six.

Before I let my brain do anymore thinking I decide to go down to the nearest noodle place and grab myself some dinner, I slip on my slippers and chuck on my coat.

Before leaving I double check myself if I have everything, of corse the one thing I need the most is my purse I quickly grab that along with my phone and keys and make it to my door locking it behind me and make myself to the elevator.

This time quickly pressing the button for the elevator so no one else opens it just like last time. Before I knew it the elevator doors open straight away. I pop my head up hoping that the stranger that kept hitting on me wasn't there.

But of corse he is there, and he is the only one there.

I look up at him and show off one of my annoyed faces but he seems not to care and winks back in reply.

What is his problem?

"We really should exchange names or even numbers if we keep seeing each other." He says smirking at me and turning this sting built to face me.

Should I give him a go? I'll stop being so harsh on him for a couple of minutes.

"Sure, what's your name?" I turn my small body and look up to his face as his smile grows bigger exposing off his dimples.

"Harry, my name is Harry Styles" his beautiful green eyes dart to mine.

"Christiana Martinez, call me Chris not Christiana." I pleas and glare back at him.

"Okay Christiana what's your number?" He chuckles.

Of corse he says my full name.

"I guess you'll never find out, if you keep on saying my full name." I roll my eyes and exit the elevator.

I rush away from him so he doesn't catch up to me, I push past the bald and open the door myself again I need to remember that he'll do it for me.

Before I do anymore thinking I zip up my coat wait for a cab.

I've been waiting for at least a good fifteen minutes, cabs usually don't take this long!

I look to the corner of my eye and seeing Harry have a cab he is gesturing for me to go with him. Should I go? Or not?

If I go he'll probably want to have cab sex and want to rip all my clothes off just like I do to him. Wait. No I don't.

If I don't go, I'll probably be waiting in this terrible weather for how long, I need to stop thinking and just go I make up my mind and decide to do a little jog to pay off for all the thinking I did just to decide to go with him or not.

"I knew it was too good to be true, I knew you would come." Harry softly placed his hand behind my back.

Lightly pushing me into the cab, his touch put a electric feel right through my body, imagine kissing him or even cab sex or even just sex.

I really should stop thinking like this, but I can't help myself.

"Where would you like to go to Chris...Christiana." He winked at me because he knows I hate been called that with a passion. Especially by him.

"Oh um just the noodle shop up the street, I forgot the name of it sorry." I whisper just so Harry could hear.

"Noodle box please mate" Harry explained to the cab driver.

We drove in silence, absolute silence. No music playing no one offered to talk except I could feel Harry's eyes burn on me.

There were times when I did just want to secretly look at him, but I didn't want to risk on doing that.

"We're here kids, that'll be 15 Euros please." The cab driver cracked the silence.

"Yep here you go." Harry was struggling to get the change out of his wallet, so I decided to help him out.

First time out hands were in contact, his knuckles are ginormous and scared compared to my small little soft hands, his hands are warm and pleasant to touch.

After all the struggle we find the exact change and give it to the cab driver.

"Thank you." I smile at the cab driver and depart out following Harry behind.

We quickly make it into the warm and welcoming smell of the Chinese noodle shop that fills our noses with delicious smells of all the different things.

"Please tell me that you're not eating here too." I turn my head to him.

"Well where else am I supposed to eat?" He responds.

"The French place that sells pasta and pizza two doors up?" Turning the question game onto him.

"Well if you don't like it, leave." He snaps back.

"No. We just won't eat together." I harshly respond back and walk away making myself to the counter to order.

"Ello! What would you like?!" I am greeted by a lovely lady.

"Hi, can I please have honey soy chicken and rice please!" I smile lightly trying to grab money out of my purse, but before I can even find the first penny.

"I'll have what she's having, but make it two. Thanks." Harry pushes past me and takes out the exact change and before my brain could process anything the food was in a bag and he just leaves with my food.

"Hey! Come back! You have my food you prick!" I yell at him.

"Yeah I know, you're coming back to mine to eat." He yells back.

Who does he think he is?! My parents?! Pretty sure last time I checked I was older enough to make my own decisions for myself.

"No! I don't want to go with you, I want to eat on my own! Come here and give me my food!" I yell back.

I'm at the point where I would like to slap him because he can't just take control of me, he doesn't even know me!

"No I won't come to you because one, I payed for your food. Two, we both know that you have no way in hell how to go back to your own place and third trust you do not want to be alone on a Sunday night." He yells back under one big breath.

I guess I do owe him since he did pay for me, but I really don't want to go to his house, because imagine how that would turn out, not well but pleasant.

Stop Chris! Stop!

"Okay, okay! But I don't want to go back to your apartment! Come back inside and we can eat in the shop." I explain whilst yelling back and turning go inside.