The Probability of Us [Harry Styles]

Chapter 12

*Tessa's POV*

The silence of the first 20 minutes of this dinner almost killed me, I wanted Harry to tell me everything about him. He was so intriguing and mysterious but maybe that's one of the things I like about Harry.

"I'm sorry again..." Harry confesses "I just I've messed up a lot throughout my life, with girls and stuff... but I'm a good guy... when I'm sober" He puts his head down taking a sip of his coca cola answering my question of why he didn't order something alcoholic.

"It's fine honestly, I guess I kind of over reacted- I mean you didn't directly hurt me" I say, realising that we've all made mistakes, myself and Harry included.

"So who was the boy you were with... is...is it serious?" Harry asks trying not to sound upset, but I can tell he is.

I laugh, "No, No, No! He's Jason, he's a dick" he was a dick. A big one.

"I saw you laughing with him when you were at the park" Harry admits, although I already knew that as I saw him.

"Can I ask you something... about your tattoos" I change the subject

"Not at the moment" Harry says, placing his hand on my hand which rests on the table. I'm not sure why he won't let me ask just a simple question.

"I...I was just going to ask if they hurt" Harry laughs, he looks somewhat relieved.

"The first did, but obviously not enough to keep me from getting any more" He admits, pointing at his arms, which are filled with tattoo's.

When our food comes we eat in silence, every now and then I let out a noise, signalling that the food is amazing. Coming from a regular, working class family, we don't usually get to eat at expensive restaurants like the one I'm currently in with Harry.

"Desert?" Harry asks, picking up the laminated menu.

"Sure" I say

"Do you want to like.. share.." Harry nervously asks, causing me to giggle and nod my head.

We decide to order a chocolate ganache cake. When it arrives Harry passes me a spoon and we dig in.

"This is amazing!" I sigh, with my hand on my stomach, it was so good but I was so, so very full.

As we both finish the huge slice of cake we were given, Harry signals for the bill. When it arrives I immediately put my credit card in there, implying I would pay.

"You loser, I'm paying!" Harry playfully says

"No it's fine I'll pay" I say handing the check to the waiter

"Tessa. I'll pay, please?" Harry asks, sliding his credit card and a £100 note as a tip.

"Fine, next times on me?" I say, before I realise that I said next time, not knowing if there was going to be a next time. Luckily Harry just smiles and playfully rolls his eyes.

When we leave the restaurant a swarm of paparazzi follow us to the car park where Harry's car is. He opens the door for me, but as I'm about to get in someone pulls at my top causing me to stumble backwards onto the gravel. When I hit the ground the paparazzi have formed a tight circle around me, all flashing their cameras capturing me at my most unattractive angles.

"What the fuck was that for man?!" Harry yells, pushing the men out the way. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, placing his hand on my waist, pulling me in close he mouths the words 'are you okay'. I nod in response.

As we get in the car I notice my favourite lilac top is ruined, it's ripped at the side where the man had grabbed.

"Welcome to my life" Harry mumbles, pulling his curly hair back out of his face.

"Are you okay though Tessa, are you hurt? What can I do?" Harry asks, he looks extremely worried. It's cute and very comforting.

"Ah, I'm fine thanks except the back of my elbow and fore arm is grazed, I'll be fine." I say, pulling a tissue from my purse and wiping away the blood which is dripping from my arm.

"I'll get it fixed up for you at the apartment" He says, placing his hand on my knee.

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