When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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The look on Harry's face when I turned him down was enough to make me want to change my mind. I could tell he tried not to make it obvious, but his face fell and the light in his eyes dimmed. Little did he know that I fought the urge all last night to go into his room and tell him that yes, I'd thought about it and yes, I wanted him.
A week had passed since then and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Not only that, but I was going stir crazy. There was only so much I could do around Harry's house and I'd been out to his garden more than a dozen times. I knew I was trying to avoid being spotted in order to keep rumors from starting, but I couldn't help it.
"We should go out to eat for your birthday," I suggested. His family had run out for a moment, leaving the two of us together. I was surprised that it wasn't awkward between us, but I was thankful. I'd be with him pretty much every day for nearly a year. Awkward wasn't going to cut it.
Harry didn't look up from his phone. "I already said that I'm fine with just ordering in."
I sat up. "Yeah, but I'm not. Harry, I've been stuck in this house for a week. I need to get out."
He finally looked over at me and smirked. "Okay, but you do know that rumors are going to fly like crazy when someone gets a picture of us out together. Especially with my family."
"I don't care at this point. If I don't get out of this house, I'm going to end up hurting someone. Probably you," I teased.
Harry called his mom and said he'd meet her and the rest of his family out at a popular restaurant in an hour or so, giving me time to go get ready. London was freezing and I hadn't exactly thought to bring the warmest clothes I'd owned. The little I'd brought with me to LA were stuffed in the back of the closet of my room at Nicki's.
I slid on my destroyed skinny jeans, a plain white long sleeve shirt, and a tribal print sweater over top. After putting on my knee-high boots with the thick heel, I stuffed my necklace down my shirt and joined Harry downstairs. He was in a white button down with his tight dark wash jeans. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs at the sight of him.
He gathered his hair up in his hands, tying it up. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just thought I forgot something," I lied. It was weird that I was sheepish around him, yet I'd seen the guy naked.
We went out and got into the car. I got in on the wrong side and Harry laughed at me for a solid five minutes while I pouted in the passenger seat. When we arrived at the restaurant, Harry gave his keys to the valet and ushered me inside to get out of the cold.
His family were at the table waiting for us in a private part of the restaurant which gave me some relief. We wouldn't be so exposed for someone to get a picture of us. I relaxed back into my seat as the food was ordered.
