Harry Baby

Chapter 3

"I'm guessing I should follow you?" I ask as we exit the store.

"Er, yeah. Where are you parked?" he responds.

"Over there," I nod my head in the direction of my car. Wind is now whipping my hair across my face and the snow has started to fall harder.

"I'm over there," Harry points to the other side of the lot.

"Ok. We can meet here," I say.

"Ok," he nods and jogs off to his car. I do the same.

"God, where did this snow come from?" I say to myself. I get into my blue Civic and put the milk in the passenger seat. When I pull up to the front, I see another pair of headlights. Just as I pull up, they turn and start driving away. Thinking it's him, I begin to follow. Good thing Harry pulled up in front of me at that moment.

I shake my head at my own stupidity and turn on the radio. The tune for Christmas Canon immediately fills my car.  I change it. It's my mom's favorite holiday song. Shame. I used to love this song. Eventually I find a station playing Last Christmas. Thank goddess it's the original artist and not Taylor Swift. I have to change the station because Drummer Boy, my dad's favorite song, begins to play.

"Why can't I find a station that doesn't anything they like?" I ask myself. I settle for Happy Xmas (War Is Over) by John Lennon. Eventually we pull into Chick fli A.

"Fancy," I say sarcastically getting out of my car.

"Have you ever been to Chick fli a?" Harry asks me as he exits his car, which is parked next to mine.

"Once when I was little," I say. Last time I was here, Maria was a year and half. Where has the time gone?

"Then you're in for a treat," he smiles.

"How did I see that coming?" I ask no one in particular. Harry chuckles and guides me to the front door.

"Where's your friend?" I ask noticing that there is no one waiting inside.

"I lied. It's actually my sister, and I have no idea," Harry says looking around a bit. I giggle a little.

"You may want to call her," I suggest a few minutes later.

"That's actually not a bad idea," he says pulling out his phone. "Hey, Gemma, are we still meeting up?" he chuckles again into the phone. "Really?... I didn't think it was that bad... It's not too terrible ... The roads are just a bit icy, that's all... Are you sure? ... Positive ... You really suck right now... Ok. Bye. Love you too." He hangs up and puts in the device back in his pocket. "Good and bad news," he says. "Bad news, my sister is unable to join us tonight. Good news, I'm starving and still willing to treat you to dinner." I look down and blush.

"Come on," he nods his toward to the hostess.

"Table for two?" she asks.

"Yes please," Harry says.

The hostess seats us in the back close to the karaoke stage. Currently there is a boy singing a cover of Bruno Mars's Gorillas.

"I don't remember that," Harry says pulling out the seat for me.

"Why thank you," I say.

"I just realized, I never caught your name," Harry says taking his own seat. I just look down and blush slightly.

"Well, are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess," he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Cassy Sanders," I say.

"That's a pretty name," he comments.

"Thank you," I say. "I never caught your last name," I add.

"Styles," he says. "Harry Styles."

"No offense, Harry, but that's a weird last name," I say.

"Gee, thanks," he laughs. Just then, our waitress places two glasses on the table and pours water into them.

"Can I have lemon for mine?" I ask her.

"Sure," she says walking away. 

"Think I should sing something?" Harry asks taking the topic off names.

"Why not. You can't sing any worse than this guy," I say hoping he won't hear me. Harry chuckles.

"If you think he's so bad, why don't go and do better," Harry challenges.

"I don't want to show off," I counter, not that I'm that great anyway.

"Come on, I'm sure you'd do great," he lightly punches my shoulder.

"I sadly disagree with that," I say.

"I'll go up if you do," he encourages.

"Then go," I say.

"Fine," he gets up and walks over to the DJ.

"Up next is Harry Styles singing  It's Christmas Don't Be Late," the DJ announces.

He's really going to sing Alvin and the Chipmunks. I have to admit his voice is exceptional. Why does it sound so familiar? He can't be from here with that accent; he had of been born in Britain. Why am I even worrying about it? I should just be sitting back and enjoying the...show?

After his performance, he goes to talk to the DJ again. They converse for a bit before Harry returns to the table.

"What was that about?" I ask him as he sits down.

"You'll see," he says with that coy smile of his.

"Next up we have Miss Cassy Sanders!" the DJ announces. I shake my head angrily at Harry while I stand and make my way towards the DJ.

"What song would you like to sing, girl," he asks me.

"Santa Baby?" I half ask half say.

"You got it. Cassy Sanders singing Santa Baby!" he yells. Here goes nothing.