Fallen // h.s.

Twenty-One

"You know this is actually the first real date I've gone in a while." Harry said as he finished eating the last piece of bread on his plate.

"Why?" I asked curious.

"I guess after...Um after some time I kinda gave up on the dating thing. I decided to concentrate on other things, like work."

"What made you want to ask me on a date in the first place then?" I curiously wondered wanting to know the answer.

"You fascinate me." He casually answered, staring at me. "Even with pasta sauce all over your face." He said chuckling taking a napkin and cleaning the end of my mouth.

I sat frozen not sure of what was happening.

"Your bill sir." Oliver said smirking probably because he interrupted us. What did he even interrupt? It's not like something was going to happen.

Harry didn't say anything he just looked down and took out the money from his pocket. I was about to say I wanted to pay my part but he seemed really mad and if I said that, he was probably capable of getting madder.

"Thank you." I said to Oliver who winked at me as we stood up and Harry rolled his eyes.

As we got out of the restaurant, the same blond girl that attended us when we entered stopped us both. I could feel my blood boil seeing her nasty flirty face. Doesn't she get that Harry's here with someone else? And that someone is me, like I'm right here do you not see me. Yet now that I noticed she acted as if I wasn't even there, as if I was invincible. Well great.

"Mr. Styles before you leave I wanted to give you this. You might be interested." Harry looked at her weirdly but accepted the paper nodding before she left.

As Harry opened it he couldn't help but look annoyed. "She wrote he number down." He said rolling his eyes crumbling the paper and throwing at the trashcan that was outside.

"You are not that bad as I thought. I actually enjoyed going on this date." He said jokingly at me as we were outside.

"I had a good time too Harry. Thank you for the night. The only thing that ruined it was that blonde girl. Ugh"

"Are we jealous now? Not judging." He said raising his hands in surrender yet a smirk plastered on his face.

"Why would I be jealous? Being jealous implies actually liking you and since that's the not the case here I guess I answer your question."

"Oh really? You might not like me but you sure as hell feel some attraction towards me and I'm completely sure you were jealous back there." He said smirking at me.

Please wake me up. I know I'm dreaming. This has to be a dream, or my mind was just playing tricks with me again. I don't want to tell him what I feel, because if I do I'm scared I will get hurt. He has hurt me so many times; I can't afford to be hurt again. I can't wear my heart on my sleeve again. I like Harry, it's more than just an attraction but I wasn't going to admit it to him, that would only make his ego go higher.