Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 17

I started choking on my Dr. Pepper, and had to stop myself from spitting it all over Harry, even if it did seem like a good idea at the moment. "You bought me the condo?" I shrieked, causing annoyed and surprised stares to be shot our way. 

Harry just sat there and smirked, "And you just sit there and fucking smirk at me" I didn't realize the curse word had rolled off my tongue until Harry busted out laughing. "Look at my little, Angel. She's growing up and using curse words" he cooed before continuing, "Does that mean she's ready to do grown up things in the bed room to?" 

I fell out of my chair, right then, right there in the middle of the cafe. Well that was beautiful, Charm-School Grace. My self conscious sneered, I shot her a glare that made her sit down in her chair quietly. "Are you okay, down there?" Harry asked, looking down on me. 

"I'm fine" I replied. Standing up, I sat back down at the table as Harry resisted a laugh. "Shut up" I snapped. It was the morning after the Masquerade Ball and Harry had just sprung the information that he bought me a several million dollar condo. Lovely. 

"I can't accept it, Harry" I relented, his eyes were hooded, "You can" he commented, "You just don't want to" "Yeah, pretty much. I have a good reason to, Haz" His eyes widened before a full smile, not one of his smirks or lopsided grins, broke out across his face. I marveled at just how.... perfect he looked. "You called me Haz" he murmured, emerald orbs hidden under eye-lashes that were too thick for his own good. 

I realized this too late, I had just called Harry his nickname. I didn't know why, but I found this surprisingly intimate. "Look-" he started, leaning forward in his chair and resting his forearms on the table. I couldn't help but notice the way his shirt stretched across his biceps. "Your week long stay in that hotel? It's about to run out. I don't know where you think you'll go, but I want to give this to you. I want to be there for you." 

I felt my resolve cracking, Harry had complete and utter control over me when he talked like that. "I don't know, I just think-" "Don't think about it, just accept it" Harry interrupted, pressing a key into my hand. I looked at the pink key, it had a little crown on it and read Princess. I had to suppress a grin as the sides of lips quirked up. I was Harry's princess.

I let out an exhausted breath, "Fine" I said, surprising myself. I was normally a fighter, but maybe... maybe Harry was turning me into a lover.

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"Isn't she lovely?" Harry said with a wink. I wasn't going to lie, I did know that was the song Harry had used for his audition on the X-Factor. 

But Harry was referring to the penthouse and honestly, I had to agree with him, It really was a beautiful place, the wall facing the ocean was all glass with the beautiful sight of teal rolling water. I saw the gorgeous white sand and a tiki-hut was in walking distance of the hotel. 

The floors were white, reflective tile and while there was no furniture, I knew it would look beautiful once I had put the TV in and gotten everything set up. Speaking of which, who exactly would be buying the furniture? 

As if he was reading my mind Harry spoke, "I'm having a home designer come in and help with the designs. I'll pay her for the furniture and the bills are wired to my checking account" 

"Harry!" I exclaimed, I was sort-of okay with him paying for the furniture, but the bills? I didn't think so! "You can't pay for my bills!" "I own half so I can" I rolled my eyes, his logic was really, excuse my french, fucked up. "Fine, you can pay half of the bills" He looked like he wanted to object but I gave him a look that read, "Don't you even think about it" 

He silenced himself as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. When Harry and I weren't fighting, I found out Lilah was actually right. 

Harry and I did make a great couple.