Protect Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

Harry's POV

As I lay on the couch with Bailey laying on top of me, I begin staring at her side profile. Her eyelashes look even longer from the side and her dimple shows itself more prominently. 

"Quit staring at me, Harry," she says, still staring at the TV. Her cheeks turn a slight shade of red as I continue staring at her. "Stop," she whines, hiding her face against my chest.

"I can't help it. You're just so beautiful," I say truthfully.

"So looks like charming Harry has made his presence known, eh?" she jokingly says, resting her chin on my chest so we can see each other.

"I'm always charming, love."

"Yeah, sure," she replies, rolling her eyes playfully. "Prove it," she adds, raising her right eyebrow in speculation.

"I will."

"How?"

"Dinner tonight? I know a great place we could go."

"Is it a date?" she asks, smirking.

"If you want it to be," I shrug, silently praying she will consider it as a date.

"Then it's a date," she smiles, pecking my lips. 

"Wait," she says, pulling away from me.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll be recognized if we go out anywhere around here..."

"Who said it was around here?" I ask her, smiling at her confused expression.

"Where is it then?" she asks.

"It's a surprise, baby," I say trying to kiss her again, but am rejected.

"I hate surprises," she mumbles, pouting like a three-year old.

"Aw, that's cute love. However, that sad face won't make me tell you."

"Ugh, Harry," she whines. "Please."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Nope."

"Pretty please with a cherry on --"

"Bailey, I'm not telling you," I laugh.

"It was worth a shot," she smiled, laying her head back down on my chest.

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Bailey's POV

I really, really want to know where Harry is planning to take me tonight. It is definitely going to be  somewhere classy considering he told me to dress nicely. As I scan through my closet, I let out an exasperated breath of air. Why am I so picky when it comes to clothes?

"Love? Are you done yet?" I hear Harry ask from downstairs.

"No," I answer him.

My hair and makeup is already done, so I only have to find an outfit.

God, why is this so hard?

"Baby? What's taking so long?" I hear him ask from behind my bedroom door.

"I can't find anything to wear," I huff.

I then proceed to hear my door open and shut.

"Here, I'll help." I hear him say.

"No! Harry, stop! Don't look!" I scream in panic.

"What? What's going on?" He asks, covering his eyes and stopping in the doorway of my closet.