Red lips [Harry Styles]

Chapter 5

-Sophia's P.O.V- 

I sat down in one of the leather chairs and he the other. My food was placed on the table between us. 

I feel kind of self-conscious when I sat forward and took the baguette and bit into it. I looked up when he placed my bottle on the table as well and I now noticed a tiny little tattoo between his thumb and pointer. I never thought he'd be the type to have a tattoo, even if it's that small. 

"You have a tattoo?" I asked, pointing to his hand. He looked at it and nodded.

"I have a few."

"What's a few?" I raised my eyebrow now. 

"More than you'd think I have," he countered. I just smiled a bit and took another bite of my food.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" I questioned, looking back up to meet his eyes.

"I am, Ms. Fritz is coming with it in about 3 minutes," he said, checking his watch quickly.

"What are you eating then?" I asked him, wiping the breadcrumbs from my mouth with a napkin but I didn't wipe over my lips, don't want to have red lip stick all over my face.

"Chicken salad and English tea." That's when a thought popped up in my head.

"Speaking of English tea..." I started, hinting him of what I was wondering about. "Are you British?" 

"What makes think that?" he asked, leaning on his hand again, green eyes trained on my gray/brown ones.

"You have an accent and it's not American or Canadian. I'm awful at accents, but I know that much. It's either British or Australian," I said confidently. He scrunched up his nose which was incredibly cute.

"Not Australian, definitely not." He shook his head.

"British then," I said, getting it confirmed when he nodded. "Never been there." 

"Why not?" 

"Hm..." I shrugged and finished my baguette, half my water was finished as well. A woman came in with a bowl and a cup. She placed it in front of him and then placed a pair of utensils wrapped in a white napkin beside the food and walked out. 

Harry sat more up and took the fork and knife, and started eating as well.

"You should come with me next time I'm going then. England is a beautiful country. Very different from the states," he shocked me by saying. I froze and slowly looked up from my hot chocolate that had cooled down a bit. I put a straw in it so I won't burn myself.

"Er... I honestly don't think I have the money for that," I replied honestly, a bit embarrassed. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Trust me, you wouldn't be paying anything. I've got a private jet and a hotel that's all mine. I don't have to pay, you don't have to pay." He shrugged, an amused expression on his face. He didn't actually smile, it was just his eyes.

"I would basically be using you then. That's not my thing." I shook my head, taking the straw between my lips, sucking up some of the delicious chocolate. His eyes lowered from my eyes to my lips and they visibly darkened. What's up with that?

"I don't mind you using me." What!? Not only did that sound very wrong, but his voice had lowered and turned darker, making chills spread over my body.

His voice nearly sounded e- oh my God! Oh. My. God.

I checked his eyes again, dark green. He slowly poked his tongue out, licking his lips. Back to his eyes: they were locked on my lips around the purple straw.