All You Need Is Love: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 73

"So what's your favourite dance for the concert?" Harry asked me. I took a sip of my drink for a few seconds to think about it. We were currently sat in a cute little restaurant called 'Sarabeths' in SoHo, after just finishing a friendly lunch together. We were both on break for rehearsals and so had an hour to kill. After our last outing together ended so terribly with the paparazzi, we had waited a few days to go out together again, hoping that we wouldn't be bothered by them. I was pleased that it had worked and we hadn't been spotted at all today. It was nice, going out for lunch with my boy friend. Emphasis on the two separate words there: 'boy' and 'friend'. Not together. After putting my glass down I looked back up at him.

"There's a few I like in particular, to be honest," I said. "Live While We're Young is good, but so is Little Things!"

"Just out of curiosity, had you heard that song before?" He asked.

"Little Things?"

He nodded.

"Yeah," I quietly said. "I remember when you told me about that."

"Wh-" he began, confused, though his facial expression changed and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, right. Of course."

"I do have your album," I said, wanting to get off the subject of what we had done on that night in Paris after he had told me the name of that song.

"You do?" He responded, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, but not the deluxe version; I didn't realise they sold that. So some of the songs are new to me," I smiled. "That one yesterday, for instance."

"Nobody compares?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I like that song."

"Me too," he simply said, before turning his attention to the waiter who had just come to our table with the bill.

"Thank you," Harry smiled, taking his credit card out of his jean pocket. I reached over the table and stopped him, shaking my head.

"This isn't a date, styles. When friends go for lunch they split the bill."

"Do they, though?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yep," I laughed, emphasising the 'p' as I spoke. I took a quick look at the bill before taking a twenty dollar note from my purse. Harry sighed and did the same, handing it to the waiter. We then stood up and made our way towards the entrance.

"I wish you'd let me pay, you know," Harry commented beside me. I looked up at him and smiled.

"I like paying for myself," I remarked. He chucked quietly and held the door open for me.

"I know you do."

I thanked him and walked through the door, tugging my hood over my head, as did Harry. But there were no paparazzi there. Not a single one. I released a huge sigh of relief, pleased that our sneaking had actually worked this time. We walked down the street towards the nearest subway and Harry stopped, grabbing my arm. I looked up at him and he pointed at a free taxi driving in our direction.

"Let's just get a cab."

"Okay," I smiled. He held his arm out and the taxi instantly stopped in front of us. We hopped in and as Harry told the driver our destination he started to drive and then turned around, as if making sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Whoa, you're Harry Styles, aren't you?" He asked in his thick American accent.

"I sure am," Harry smiled, turning towards me. "This is my friend-"

"-Abby," I interjected. Harry stared at me blankly for a few seconds before turning to the man again.

"My friend...-A-Abby," he stuttered. "She's one of the dancers for a concert I'm doing in a couple of days."