Tempting Styles

Chapter Twenty One

*Dru's pov*

Why am I meeting up with Harry again? Especially after all the things he did to make me uncomfortable last time I saw him, I thought as I walked down the sidewalk towards the bar he said he'd be at. I would have thought our friendship was really working seeing as we were together so often, but I knew better and after the long talks with Daniel I knew that there was something more there, sexual tension or maybe a little mutual crush? Whatever it was it needed to end though, because Harry was a nice guy and I didn't want it to get in the way of our friendship. I slowed down a little, wanting to clear my head before reaching him.

I entered the bar and looked around. There weren't many people there since it was the morning, and people don't usually drink at this time. I spotted Harry sitting on a stool next to the bar with his car keys swinging on his fingers on one hand, and his phone in the other. "Hey!" I said loudly, causing Harry to turn around. He smiled and motioned me to sit across from him by nodding his head at the chair.

"Hello!" He greeted me. He looked a bit tired, probably because - as I had learnt from our last meeting - he wasn't a morning person. We ordered a coffee and a cappuccino as we started making small talk, it turned out he had just wanted to see me for a chat over breakfast.

"Tonight's our first concert of the tour," He told me without hiding his excitement. I noticed that when he was excited he usually talked at a normal pace. "I'm kinda nervous!"

I smiled at how cute that was. "You guys are One Direction, there's no need to get nervous! You're fans will love you even if just came on stage and sat there doing nothing." I pointed out.

He grinned at the compliment, "I know," He chuckled and I shook my head at his vain answer. "It's also quite a small gig, but it's still scary and the nerves are already kicking in."

I reached across the small table to pull on one of the curls that stuck out of his beanie as I reassured him again, "It's going to be fine!" He grinned and he took my hand in his to rest his cheek on it. I could feel the heat rising to my own cheeks just from the contact and tried to hold it down and - magically - it worked. Yes! I thought enthusiastically, I actually didn't blush! "So, how does the concert work?" I asked, sitting back in my chair as he reluctantly released my hand.

"Like all the other concerts." He answered with a 'duh' expression on his face.

I pulled my eyebrows together, "I've never been to one, so you'll have to give me a bit more details." I informed him. His jaw dropped.

"Ever?" He asked incredulously and I nodded my head. "You have to come tonight then!" I opened my mouth to reject his invitation but he quickly continued. "Please! You'll have fun, and it will make me less nervous if you're there!"

"That's sweet Harry, but no. Concerts are loud and messy and I ..." He stared at me, making his big eyes bigger. "Ugh. Harry don't do that!" I said referring to his puppy eyes. No, I told myself, you are not giving in to this. "I'm not coming."

"Please, please, pleaaaasee!" He pled. "I would really love having you there!"

"I ... Ma...Fine." I'm such a pushover, I thought miserably. "How am I supposed to get in though? I don't have tickets."

"I'll deal with that, don't worry about it." He said and proceeded to explaining how to get backstage once the concert was over. He excitedly ran through the details of the show and how to get past Paul, whose job was to stop screaming girls from jumping on them. "Just tell him that I said I was okay with you jumping on me." He told me winking and laughed at my horrified expression. "I'm kidding, I'll let him know."

"Well you better make this your best concert because it is the only concert of yours I am ever going to." I warned Harry with a playful smirk.

"Oh don't worry, I will." Harry got a mischievous look on his face and it really got me worried as to what was going on in his head.