Pushing the door to the outside open quickly reminds me how horrible the weather really is. Icy wind and flakes of snow swirl around and hit any exposed skin like tiny pin pricks. I realise that we haven't actually decided how we are getting to the lookout. Does Harry even have a car? Or do I offer to take mine? From what I know of him he won't judge my Toyota, but its hardly the same league as one of his many fancy rides. My head is completely spinning with all that has happened in the last hour. I met Harry. Harry Edward Motherfucking STYLES! I'm dying to scream and do a little booty shaking dance to celebrate! This is already the best day of my life (sorry kids!!).
I hesitate before going through the door, but thankfully Harry speaks first; "I just realised I don't actually have a car here with me, and the tour bus is probably a little bulky" he grins "any chance of taking your car?". "Yeah, umm, sure, ok, no problem" I reply. I turn back towards the door when Harry speaks again "How about you give me the keys and I'll go warm it up while you lock up?". Wow. He really is a total honey. I don't think in all the years of my marriage my ex ever warmed up a car for me. I hand Harry my keys, and point to my red Corolla "That'd be nice, thanks...HHHarry". Saying his name made me stutter, my head still can not comprehend the fact that Harry is actually here and wanting to hang out with me!
Harry reached around me, opened the door again, and with a "See you in a minute" he walked off toward my car. I indulge myself and spend a few seconds watching his cute little bum in his gym shorts as he hurries across the car park, but I'm very careful to turn and start setting the alarm before he has a chance to catch me perving at him. The sexy video situation (as it will be forever known) was more than enough embarrassment for one night!
Hurrying out across the car park, I see Harry sitting in the drivers seat, head down fiddling with the stereo? Is he seriously adjusting my music? That cheeky bastard! I open the door ready to tell him what I think about his meddling when I'm hit with his dimples "sorry to touch your radio, but 'Change your ticket' at full volume was just a little much!" we both laugh loudly. "I love that song, what can I say?" Smiling at Harry goofily, I realise I'm getting frozen so I quickly jump in the seat.
"Why do you get to drive?" I ask with a cheeky grin. "Well, I was kind of hoping I could drive by the cafe and let you out and you could get some drinks? I just don't fancy going in and being mobbed tonight." "Mobbed? They might not even know who you are!" I scoff. Harry glances at me as he pulls out the drive way "You did" he winks. Laughing, I concede he has a point. "So what would you like to drink?" "Honestly, a vodka on the rocks would be perfect. Failing that a soy latte would be great, thanks!" "I don't have any vodka, but I have got a couple of bottles of wine in the back?" Silently I give thanks for the gift basket I bought earlier for Bec stocked up with wine, chocolate and other delicacies. "That actually sounds great! So where am I heading then?" Giving him directions I sit back and observe him driving.
Every inch of the man is perfect. I can see the cross tattoo on his hand, and notice he has a couple of badly painted nails, peering closer I see a dark purple heart on his pinky. His eyes follow my gaze, noticing what I'm looking at he smiles "My tour manager bought his daughter along, I couldn't say no" he says with a fond smile. "I love kids, they make touring feel more homely. Have you got kids?" he suddenly asks me? "Yup! I've got two amazing kids. They're on holiday with my husband. Well ex husband" I explain as he shoots me a puzzled look "I mean he was my husband, but he isn't anymore. We separated a few years ago. if I was still married I probably wouldn't be going for rides in care with strangers. It feels weird saying stranger when I've been obsessed with your every movement for years. Well not obsessed, I mean, I'm not a stalker or anything...."I trail off. My mouth seems determined to embarrass me tonight. Thankfully Harry just laughs"You're cute when you're nervous you know? Just relax, I'm not that scary I swear. I'm a regular person too you know? Just had my face on a few more magazines than your average!" "Magazines and bedroom walls" I giggle. "Am I in your bedroom Zara?" he asks with a suggestive look and a glint in those eyes that let me know hes trying to make me blush. Two can play at that game Mr Styles. "Not yet Harry, not yet" I wink. He looks a little shocked, and pleased at my comment, and I see a nice pinkness to his cheeks. Gotcha there Harry!
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Pulling up to the lookout Harry parks the car. "What a beautiful spot, I see why you like coming here" he says. "Its my happy place" I smile "The wine is in the back" I tell him, looking out at the snow which is now coming down steadily. Harry quickly opens his door and hops out, runs around to the boot and opens it "It's in the gift basket" I tell him. Grabbing the whole basket he comes back to the front of the car. "Hope you don't mind I bought the whole thing, its freezing out there" "You are the one wearing gym shorts at midnight in the middle of winter, no wonder your knobbly knees are a bit chilly" I tease. Harry smirked "Oh like that is it? You're going to pick on me all night to try and distract from the fact you're actually a madly obsessed fan? I know what you were watching back there, dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you haven't zoomed in on photos of these knobbly knees at least once! I know what you Directioners are like" I laughed and looked straight at Harry intending on proving my innocence. His amused eyes staring right back into mine, daring me to deny my attraction to him. Suddenly the car feels a little warmer. His eyes are clear and bright, unblinking and I feel trapped in his gaze. Slowly, I cross my eyes and poke out my tongue at him. Harry laughs that maniacal laugh of his and the moment is broken. I cant help but realise he's called me out on my attraction, yet he's still here with me. This night is already hands down the best night of my life, and hopefully its just starting.
