Red lips [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3

-Sophia's P.O.V- 

We entered some place and I looked around curiously. Never been, seen or even heard about this place.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to Mr. Styles. It's weird to think of him as Mr. Styles, but I don't know his name, so....

"It's my favorite restaurant," he said simply.

"Ah... Harry, you here for the usual? I'll get Bonnie to lead you to the o-"

"No." Harry(?) cut the man off quickly. 

"Okay... Where do you want to go then?" He looked at Harry weirdly now. I felt myself being pulled closer to him and now my side was pressed against him. The man looked at me for a bit, then he seemed to realize something that I'm not aware of. "Got it, let's get Tamara to lead you to the spring room?" He looked at Harry now, who loosened his grip on my waist a bit.

"Thank you, Robert." He just smiled and nodded, before wandering off. Not long after, a girl came, holding two menus. She led us somewhere and we got seated.

We sat in silence for a while, looking over our menus, cause Harry already ordered the drink. It was some wine I can't pronounce or remember the name of.

"So..." I started awkwardly, he looked up though, his eyebrow quirked up. 

"So...?" Way to make it more awkward. Mentally rolling my eyes here. He just looked amused, leaning back in the chair, looking at me.

"Your name is Harry?" Way to go, idiot. Not a bit weird conversation starter.

I bit my lip, looking down at the menu again.

"Yes and yours is Sophia." His tone was a bit mocking, which made me embarrassed. I lifted me menu higher, hiding my face from his intense green eyes. It didn't help because his hand pushed it down again. 

"I didn't know, sorry." I bit my lip again, beginning to lightly chew on it. I always do it actually. Biting and chewing on my lip. My breath hitched when he caught me chin in his thumb and index again, lightly tugging it down, freeing my lip.

"You should stop that." It sounded like it had more than one reason why. Like what he said was a warning or something, which is just silly.

"Sorry," I mumbled and huffed, looking at the menu. 

"May I take your food orders?" The girl, Tamara, asked us nicely, pulling out a notepad and pen. Harry ordered something and I didn't understand what he said, then both of them looked at me expectantly.

"I honestly don't understand whatever language this is," I admitted sheepishly, earning a light laugh from Tamara, but only a ghost of a smile from Harry.

"Do you like seafood?" Harry asked. I made a so-so gesture with my hand. "What about... Chicken?" I nodded with a smile now. "Any allergies?" 

"Yeah, tomatoes and green paprika," I said and he looked at me for a bit but blinked and looked back to his menu. 

Harry told Tamara something and she then took our menus. A male came with a bottle of wine and poured into our glasses, placing the bottle on the table again.

"Can I ask you something?" Since when do people ask that before asking.

"You kinda just did," I said, feeling proud of my respond. He gave me an unamused look in return. "Fine, sure ask." Such a grumpy man...

"How are you allergic to green paprika and not red and yellow?" Harry asked me, doing that thing with his lip and finger again. It's actually quite attractive and I think he knows that.