Artifice

First Dates

Back to Eva's POV, I'll put Harry's POV again later on in the story just not now so I won't reveal anything. :) (yo if you have any comments, constructive criticism go for it, I love to listen)

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"You're going on a date with that piece of garbage?" Lizzy stood at my door while I quickly picked up a shirt and my phone from my bed.

I made it home later than expected since the traffic was horrible, I needed to get myself together before Harry came. I had a feeling that he would be here at the exact time he said he would.

"I don't even know if it's an actual date." I hopped up and down trying to get on my shoes with clothes already occupying one of my arms. "He's difficult."

I had to admit I was reluctant at first, the past few days I've done my best to dodge any sign of him. Seeing him at my job today, I finally gave in. I was a weak girl who hasn't barely touched any other guy in ages, especially one as attractive as Harry. I blamed my quick fall back on his appearance, that had to be it.

Liz still hated his guts, she had this bad feeling about him and this idea that she could sense when someone or something was bad. She pinned herself as a fortune teller for mostly predicting obvious things in movies. Like, everyone knows if the girl is running upstairs and the killer is downstairs, she is going to get killed.

"Then what is it? Just chilling with him then having him completely push you away? You do remember that he kissed you and then said it meant nothing, that it was just a way to get you to stop talking?" Her words hurt but I continued to get ready.

She rolled her eyes and walked away hearing someone knocking at the door.

I rushed out and opened, finding a casually dressed Harry standing before me. He wore a men's blouse that wasn't buttoned all the way up, showing off two Swallows inked on his chest and black jeans. Thank god I settled for jeans and a shirt.

"Hi," he wore a dimpled smile on his face. "Ready?"

"Ready."

I didn't know what to expect from tonight.

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"A movie?" I guessed. I've listed out ever possible place he could be taking me but he denied every one.

We were driving into unfamiliar territory. Three years I've lived here and I could barely remember the street in which we lived on. I followed a routine everyday that didn't require me to see any other parts of the city nor did I ever find interests in exploring most of the time.

I glimpsed down, taking in how clean his car was. My cars floor had papers and chapsticks rolling around the ground, even the occasional fast food bag. My car didn't mean much to me, but a way to get around so my motivation to clean its interior was almost non-existent.

"What's thi-" I went to grab a notebook that was hidden in between our seats.

"Don't." He snatched the book away from my reach.

"What's in it?" My curiosity grew.

"Nothing, just some work stuff." His eyes were trained on the road.

"Okay." I stumped down in my seat, I refused to fight with him tonight.

We shortly arrived in a buildings parking garage, well it was more of a skyscraper.

"What are we doing here?" I asked and he didn't reply, getting out of the car and running to my side to open my door.

I was slightly freaked out by his sudden attitude change, the nice gestures and being at this place so late at night. It was almost nine and I knew this building couldn't be open to the public.

He grabbed onto me and we stalked around to the main entrance. The lights were still on and a man behind the front counter raised his head quickly with us walking in.

"Mr. Styles?" The mans eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost.

"I'm going to my fathers office real quick to retrieve something." Harry didn't bother to stop, we kept walking to the elevator.

"This is- your father- oh my god."

The doors to the elevator opened and he pulled me inside while I was too distracted by my revelation.

He clicked on the 36th button.

"Are we really going to your dad's office?" I asked him, he stood next to me his hands behind him back while the elevator played soft music.

"Nope," he popped his lips with the word.

After a few minutes we reached the 36th floor.

"What ar-" he pulled me with him.

We walked through boring modern corridors, offices that had glass doors and dark colors decorating the walls and furniture.

We reached an unlabeled door and he unlocked it, pushing it open and letting me walk in.

This was the second time he was taking me inside a room that was originally locked and in the back of my head I was expecting another jacuzzi, instead I was greeted by an open room.

"Oh wow." I mumbled to myself being captivated by what was in front of me.

It was an empty room, one which had a wall completely made of glass showing off the cities skyline.

"You like it?" He asked and I was brought back from my trance.

"I love it, it's beautiful."

"I knew you would. I remember seeing a lot of your sketches were of buildings and of stars. Thought since New York is way too polluted to see the stars, this was next best." He moved from side to side in place as if he was nervous. He couldn't be though, it's him.

The buildings all held thousands of turned on lights that made the illusion of stars in the night sky.

"Uh, I hope you're not too hungry I only brought crackers and wine." He said, now I knew what was inside the bag that he's had over his shoulder this whole time.

"Wine?" I teasingly raised an eyebrow.

I never pegged him as a wine guy, but really I never knew what to expect when it came to him.