‘Hi’ my voice faltered. I couldn’t believe it was him, standing before me, eyes alight with a passion I had never before witness. ‘Hi’ he whispered again. ‘I don’t mean to be rude, but do you work for us? I mean, we’ve never met and I don’t recall seeing your face in a meeting or..... Or anything really’ Harry explained. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks. Do I tell him I’m with Modest? I thought. Harry sensed an internal struggle ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, voice full of concern. ‘Do you some air?’ I took a moment to gather myself before responding. ‘I’m fine thank you. And no, we haven’t met. I’m here with a friend.’ ‘Oh. Anyone I know?’ ‘Henry Holland’, ‘Oh Henry! He’s a friend of a friend. I’ve attended a few of his shows. Great clothes’ Harry replied with a grin. The bartender interrupted before I could respond ‘£9.20 Miss.’ ‘Oh yes, yes. Sorry.’ I went to retrieve my purse, but Harry handed a crisp £20 to the man with a smile ‘Keep the change mate’. Harry handed me my drink. I took a sip before he could ask me any further questions. This was not going well. ‘So if you don’t work for us, what do you do?’ Harry probed eyes full of wonder. ‘Oh. I model from time to time. It’s nothing really, I’ve only just started’ I exclaimed watching as Harry’s eyes grew with delight. ‘Ah. My second guess’ he winked. I could feel the beat of my heart grow faster. I let out a small laugh. I could feel eyes on us; I gazed over Harry’s shoulder to see my boss staring back, a wide smile on her face.
‘Do you want to sit?’ Harry inquired, breaking the eye contact I held with our boss. ‘Sure’ I replied almost hesitantly. A wide smile erupted across Harry’s face and his dimples appeared. I watched on as he downed the end of his drink and placed the glass on the marble countertop. I let out a small gasp as I felt his hand rest on the small of my back. Harry lead to the two of us to a booth in the far corner of the venue. Girls all around glared at me with zeal in their eyes, I spotted Henry grinning at me and I could almost hear his words of encouragement in the back of my mind. As I sat down it dawned on me that Harry hadn’t even asked my name. Was I going to be one of his one night flings? I’d surely lose my job and all the benefits that came with it. I decided I’d have to take the lead in the conversation. ‘You haven’t even asked my name’ I stated finding Harry’s eyes. ‘How rude of me!’ he exclaimed ‘What is your name?’ A giggle escaped my lips as I watched a guilt ridden Harry squirm beneath my gaze. ‘I’m Y/N, Y/N Y’/L/N’ ‘Well Y/N Y/L/N I think a round of shots is in order. On me of course’ he winked. ‘Okay sure’ I hoped a shot of something strong would settle my nerves and allow me to loosen up. ‘Tequila?’ Harry questioned. ‘Yeah, okay.’ I responded not knowing how to react. A waiter was summoned and our order placed.
Following a short somewhat, comfortable silence the same waiter returned with our drinks, lime and some salt. Harry paid and gave the waiter a hefty tip for his troubles. I wondered whether this was normal behaviour or was Harry just showing off in front of company. I hoped it was not the latter. I went to take my shot when Harry grabbed my wrist. ‘Let’s take it the proper way’. His next movements took me by surprise; he gently placed his lime between my lips before turning his attention to the salt. Tucking my long hair behind my ear, allowing it to cascade down the length of my back, Harry brought a pinch of salt to my neck. My eyes closed as I felt his soft tongue against my neck, slowly licking away the salt he had just spread. Harry broke contact and swiftly consumed his shot. Taking the glass from his lips and placing it on the table, Harry looked at me. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned in to suck the lime that rested between my lips. The intimacy of the situation caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach. As Harry sucked the juices nonchalantly from the lime I longed to feel his supple lips against mine. Lingering as he pulled away Harry whispered ‘You turn’. My eyes clenched shut at the thought of repeating Harry’s sensual actions. ‘I mean, only if you want to.’ Harry explained, a dejected look crossing his features. I wanted to, I really wanted to. Smiling, I gradually agreed, copying Harry’s previous movements. I placed the salt at this base of his neck, near his collarbone before allowing the warm liquid to slide down my throat. It was strong and I could already feel my inhibition fade into the background. I glanced at Harry, who stared back expectantly. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I contemplated what to do. I hesitantly leaned and absorbed the juice from the lime at a quick pace. I tore myself away only to be pushed back by Harry, lime gone, Harry stared at me and I stared back. His eyes travelled down to my lips before he slowly closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine. They were soft and tasted sweet. I was absent minded as Harry deepened the kiss, his hands finding my waist pulling me into him. Confused, I didn’t know where to place my hands I settled for his hair, Harry smiled into the kiss as I did so. The kiss was intense and heated, I felt myself growing hungrier as our lips continuously moved in sync. Needing air I pulled away and looked at Harry. A blush flushed to my cheeks and I bowed my head. ‘You’re so cute’ Harry said cupping my chin between his fingers. ‘I wish I could take this further, but you know my Mum is here’ he chuckled as my eyes widened at his words. ‘You’ve very pretty eyes Y/N; they’re very big, almost like a doe. I’d very much like to take you out sometime. May I have your number or is that too forward?’ Considering we just kissed I felt Harry’s request was not forward at all. I obliged and gave him my number, secretly happy at the prospect of meeting him again. Before leaving to find his Mum and sister, Harry pressed a lasting kiss to my cheek and with that he left.
My mind was left reeling following the events and I couldn’t wait to see Harry again, longing for the taste of his lips and the feel of his silky curls. My daydream was cut short by the vibration of my phone. It was a text from my boss at Modest! It read, Mission Accomplished.
