You're My Destiny - discontinued

Chapter 31

The waiter, whose name tag says Lorenzo, pulls the wooden chair out for me to sit and pushes it back in as I take a seat. I mutter a 'thank you' before he places the menu in front of me and leaves, giving us time to choose our meal.

Harry sits opposite me and peers at the menu before looking back at me. "What do you want love?"

I scan the menu that seems to be in Italian, but my eyes widen at the figures printed on the right side of the page. I suddenly lose my appetite. "It's so expensive," I grumble.

Harry lets out a low chuckle before saying, "you think I was going to let you pay? Ha, you're funny Beth," he laughed.

"No, I'm not going to let you pay for me. It's $80 for one dish! Don't worry, I'm not hungry," I try to convince myself, but my stomach betrays me and begins to grumble and I swear it echoes through the quiet restaurant. Harry raises an eyebrow at me, and I sigh knowing he has totally caught me.

"You're such a liar, I'm paying for you. $80 is nothing to me," he says casually and my jaw drops.

I huff and cross my arms over my chest. I'm starving, but $80 for one dish is just ridiculous. I have a feeling that Harry will not take no for an answer so I silently nod before looking at my surroundings. The dark walls make the area seem a lot more confined, but the large windows from ceiling to floor make up for the dimness. There are only about four other occupied tables, all lost in their own conversations and not interested that Harry Styles is here at all.

"Why is there no one here?" I ask curiously.

"This is a VIP level, only certain people have access here," he nods and my mouth forms an 'o'. "So what did you want to eat?"

I look over the incomprehensible Italian menu and frown in confusion. "I don't understand it," I mumble embarrassed.

He chuckles and reaches over to take the menu out of my hands, "Don't worry babe, I'll order for you."

My heart beats erratically just from him mentioning the word babe. Babe. The word sounded so perfect when it came from him. I'm still lost in the trance when Harry calls the waiter over and orders our food. I hear nothing but the way the Italian words roll beautifully off his tongue; his husky, raspy, deep voice soothing every part of my being.

"Excuse me Miss?" The waiter pulls me out of my trance.

"Hm? Sorry, did you say something?" I say obliviously.

"What would you like to drink?" He repeats, while his eyes wander over my body. What's there to look at? I'm totally covered in a thick grey jumper. Ugh, horny teenagers.

"Water is fine, thank you," I say politely.

"No worries love," he winks and I cringe.

The word is much more appealing when it comes out of Harry's mouth. I see Harry tense up and shoot a glare to the waiter. Is he jealous?

"You may leave now," Harry says, trying his hardest to be civil. The waiter scurries off and a smirk grows on my lips. "What?" Harry questions.

"You're jealous," I ridicule.

"No, I'm not," he denies.

"Lies."

"Fine, I was jealous. He was practically undressing you with his eyes," he huffs. Is it weird that I find it hot that he's jealous?

"You have nothing to worry about Harry," I reluctantly reach over the table and place my hand on top of his to assure him that I'm here for him, and only him. I stare at him, while he stares at our touching hands. A small smile plays on his lips before he looks up from our hands, to my eyes. His stare is so intense, forcing me to move my gaze to the window. The view I'm so familiar with has a vast difference at this extremely high height.