Business & Pleasure [h.s] [ON HOLD]

eight

The rest of the drive was silent. Phoebe could tell that the paparazzi ambush was taking a toll on Harry. He had always been a private person and she could only imagine how he felt now. Truth be told, the incident was taking a toll on her as well. She was involuntarily doing exactly what Lissette wanted. Placing her head on her palm, she tried to suppress her anxious thoughts.

Harry pulled into what looked like an abandoned dance studio. From what Phoebe could make out in the darkness, the studio's windows and doors were boarded up, and the paint was beginning to fade. The roof was low and appeared to be caving in. She was convinced that this, in fact, was the place that Harry would murder her.

"What are we doing here?" She asked cautiously.

"C'mon, let's go in." Harry replied before unbuckling his seat belt, and stepping out of the car.

"And how, exactly, are we supposed to get inside?" Phoebe was very against this idea. She tried her best to stay away from dangerous places, and this - indeed - seemed very dangerous. Without saying a word, Harry pulled a set of keys from his pocket.

"You really do know way too many people." Phoebe rolled her eyes.

Heading towards the back of the studio, he finally stopped at a back door. With the turn of a key, the door opened reluctantly.

The room had the aroma of moth balls, and thrift store clothing. Harry took Phoebe's hand in the darkness and led her across the floor. Phoebe could tell that the floor was wood by the tapping noise her shoes made with every step. Harry came to a halt, flicking a switch from the wall in front of him. Suddenly thousands of Christmas lights illuminated the once dark room, causing Phoebe to gasp. There was light strung from every beam above them, and small LED birch trees were placed on every corner.

There were two walls on either side of the studio that were covered with mirrors, and balance beams on both sides. Phoebe watched as Harry walked toward what looked like a record player; he picked up the records that were laying on top of the machine and began to flip through them. Phoebe continued to wait in anticipation.

"Ah," he grinned stopping at one of them and place it on the player. "Will you dance with me?"

"Now? Here?" Phoebe could feel insecurity rising; she had never been the best dancer. But before she had the time to object, Harry slipped his arm to the small of her back pulled her towards him. Only inches apart, he took hold of her hand and began to sway to the music. Nudging against his nose, Phoebe tried her hardest to forget about her two left feet and listened to the voice of Frank Sinatra in the background.

"This love of mine, goes on and on

Though life is empty, since you have gone

You're always on my mind, though out of sight

It's lonesome through the days, but oh, the night"

"Where'd you learn to dance like this?" Phoebe couldn't help but notice that Harry's waltz was a lot smoother than she had remembered.

"When you travel the world as much as I do, you tend to pick up a few things." She could hear him smile against her ear.

"I bet the girls loved you." She sneered, feeling a hint of jealously.

"Not really, but Niall sure did." Harry smiled finally making eye contact. His eyes suddenly became thoughtful as he seemed to be searching Phoebe's.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... Just wishing we had more than just two weeks." Harry shook his head.

"The fun can't last forever, Styles." Phoebe flashed him a half grin.

Harry huffed taking her face in his hands. "Someone like you deserves more than two weeks, Pheeb. What happens after this, you'll forget about me again?"

"As much as I would like to..." Phoebe whispered as she brushed her lips against his, "these past couple of days have been unforgettable."

She was met with another one of Harry's dimply grins with caused her heart thump a bit quicker. His lips crashed against hers as he tightened his grip on her cheeks. The passion behind his kiss caught Phoebe off guard; it was as if every ounce of passion was being released towards her with every kiss.

The words of the song continued on:

"I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine

What's to become of this, this love of mine"

**

Hey my loves! Sorry this chapter is kinda short, this week is midterms and I've been kinda stressed. But next week is spring break which means I'll have a whole week to work on my stories! Love you guys ❤️