Spotlight

chapter 11

The paparazzi followed us the entire way to the restaurant. The driver tried to lose them by making sharp turns and taking back ways, but they were relentless.

Harry and I barely noticed the screaming fans and cars chasing us. we were lost in each other's eyes. The ride was about 20 minutes, and we never broke eye contact. I sat close to him, our thighs touching. We kissed passionately a few times, and before we knew we arrived at the restaurant.

"I am going to drop you off around back. Management called and reserved the restaurant for you."The driver tells us as we exit the car.

Harry ignores him and gets out of the car.

Reserved the entire restaurant? Wow.

I keep forgetting who I am with, of course Harry Styles can reserve a restaurant.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asks me while holding the door open for me.

The paparazzi is taking pictures of us and girls are screaming but I barely even notice. It's weird how fast I got used to it.

"Just about how you have the ability to reserve a restaurant, not a table but the entire restaurant. I'm impressed." I day with chuckle and playfully nudge him. He acts as if he is wounded,grabbing his arm where I pushed him and laughs.

When we walk into the restaurant, it is beautiful. It is very romantic, with dim lighting and white walls with black accents. The tables are black, but the booths are white with black pillows. It is beautiful yet simple, elegant yet comfortable and I love it.

A young woman, probably around my age, with red hair and a large bust comes up to us, but doesn't even acknowledge me.

"H-Harry Styles? Oh my god! Can i have your autograph?" She fumbles through the pocket in her apron and pulls out a pen and paper. She hands it to him, and Harry looks at me. I have wide eyes and I probably look very scared.

"Sorry, I am taking a day off from being One Direction today. Tonight I am just Harry."

Her smile falls into a frown and her cheeks redden.

"Right, of course. I am so sorry. Your table is right this way." She leads us to a large table that could fit about ten people.

"I was actually hoping for something a little more romantic. Do you have a table for two?"

She nods, still clearly embarrassed and leads us to a much smaller table, but equally as beautiful.

She sets down two menus and quickly turns around to walk away. My shock has worn off and now I feel awful for being the reason Harry denied a fan his autograph. I know I would be heartbroken if it was me.

"Wait!" She turns back around and glares at me. Harry gives me a confused look and I give him a reassuring smile.

"One autograph never hurt anyone, right? Why don't you take a picture too?" I smile at her and her eyes light up. She digs out the pad and paper again and hands it to him with trembling hands.

"Thank you so much! Could I get a picture with you too, Ashley?" I am taken a back when she says my name.

"How did you know my name?" I question.

"Oh, I read about you two online. I saw the video too, where he says you're his girl. Too cute! You guys are trending on twitter!"

I didn't know people would know me. I am shocked and I guess my face shows it.

"I'm sorry. I probably sound crazy. You don't have to do this. I'm so sorry." She turns to walk away again but I grab her wrist.

"No it's fine. I just didn't know people would know me."

I hand Harry the pad and paper and he signs his name, clearly amused with my shock from her saying my name.

"Let's just take one picture all together. I am starving." Harry snaps at her.

"Right, of course. Mike, could you take a picture for us?"

A young man near my age walks toward us. He has dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He is very handsome, not as handsome as Harry of course, but handsome none the less. He takes the girl's phone and tells us all to move together. He snaps a picture and she thanks us again then walks away.

Mike walks over to us and takes out a pad.

"Oh, not again! I just wanted a quiet night!" Harry yells.

"Don't flatter yourself man. I am your waiter. Can I start you off with something to drink?" Mike says with a sly smile.

"Two margaritas on the rocks." Harry says with out looking at him. He nods and walks away.

"Sorry about that, love. You will get used to it." Harry is staring into my eyes and I shiver. Something about his look is so intense that is it intimidating.

"Yeah, it's pretty crazy." He puts his hand over mine and my heart melts for what feels like this 100th time tonight. Goosebumps rise all over my body and I can tell this will happen whenever we are together.

And I love it.
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