Not So Typical

Chapter 3

We made it outside and the cold air went straight through my dress, I knew I forgot something when Elsa was dragging me out of my flat, my coat. I felt Harry's hands start rubbing up and down my arms trying to create some warmth, he wasn’t really doing much but it was cute.

“Thanks” I said looking up with a smile and then looking back at the ground. 

“So, you hungry” he asked looking up and down the street for a cab. 

“Actually, yes. I haven’t really eaten much today” I said noticing how hungry I was, that salad was definitely no longer in my stomach. 

“Good, I know this great spot. Let's go,” he said with that devilish grin as a cab pulled up the curb. I responded by grabbing his outstretched hand and following him into the vehicle. 

He told the driver some address that didn’t sound exactly familiar to me and then leaned back into his seat, never letting go of my hand. I looked up at him and he smiled at me and then turned his gaze to the window. Thirty minutes of watching cars drive by and the cab finally pulled in front of building. “This is us love” he said softly as he handed the driver some money. We climbed out of the car and I started to look around. I didn’t see anything that could even be an excuse for a restaurant. 

“Umm…Harry, where are we going exactly?” 

“My flat, I make a mean omelet” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me down this alley and into a building that I didn’t even see in the dark. I was not expecting this. 

We climbed three flights of stairs in silence before he finally stopped at a door and put his key in the lock. I prepared myself for the worst, guys never kept much of anything clean, but when the door swung open I was quite surprised. It made my flat look like a pigsty.

Everything was in perfect order like some scene out of a movie and it smelled like him, I mean it smelled..nice. 

I walked into the living room and I heard Harry close the door behind us. "It's not much, but it's home. Let's go to the kitchen shall we, I think someone was hungry yeah?" 

I pull my shoes off and sit them by the sofa before following him into the rather large kitchen. I take a seat the bar while he starts to gather his ingredients. 

"So, Mr. Styles I think you have some explaining to do as to why you tricked me this evening" I said to his back. 

He turned around with a chuckle and shrugged, "I'm kind of still new here I don't really know of anywhere to go and I am a damn fine chef so I figured why not?" 

I smiled and shook my head as he started cracking eggs into a pan. 

"So where are you from then? I could tell by your accent that you definitely weren't from here." 

"What's that supposed to mean" he exclaimed with a fake hurt look on his face. 

"You're just a little..different is all, nothing wrong with it" I said with a giggle. He was so damn adorable. So much better than.... 

"Cheshire, Holmes Chapel to be exact, again not much but it's home. And where are you from" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he started chopping up tomatoes. 

"You really should w-" before I could even get the words out of my mouth he brought the knife down on his thumb and blood started to pool on the cutting board. 

"Oh my...Harry you're bleeding and I don't do blood well. I feel quite faint actually" I said softly trying to look away and not think about it. 

"I guess I am huh" he start laughing at me and wrapped his hand in a kitchen towel. "All better, you can look at me now" he called from across the bar. 

I looked up and I could tell I was blushing. I was so embarrassed, I was being such a girl. "Sorry, I didn't mean to f-" 

"No worries, I won't tell anyone about you almost passing out from a little blood if you don't tell my mates that I'm absolutely terrified of spiders, deal?" 

He held his hand out and I grabbed it whilst trying to hold back a laugh, I couldn't believe such a fit man like himself could be scared of an itty bitty spider. He started scrambling the eggs, having given up on an omelet after contaminating the cutting board, that was perfectly okay with me. 

"So what do you do Ms. Melody" he asked waving the spatula like a wand and taking in a grandma voice, it was quite the sight. 

I let out a giggle and then answered, "I work at the office across the street from the cafe, Waters and Associates, I'm an accountant. It's quite boring really." 

"Sounds like it, you couldn't pay me enough to be stuck in an office, that's no way to enjoy life." 

I nodded at his statement as he stood there scrambling the eggs. A few minutes later of silence and he was producing a plate and fork with a portion of perfectly cooked eggs on them. 

"These look wonderful" I said stabbing my fork into them. 

"I told you, I am basically a proper chef" he said with a smile and a wink. That damn dimple was so attractive. 

"So tell me about these tattoos, are those the only ones you have" I asked motioning towards the birds on his chest. 

"No I have a lot more scattered here and there but these are by far my favorite I think. They're just birds but to me they symbolize travel and freedom, birds can go anywhere you know? Plus, I think they look really cool" he said with a smile. 

"That they do, I'm too scared to get one. Elsa and Kate try to talk me into it all the time, I just can't do it" I said shaking my head and grabbing a few more pieces of egg with my fork. 

"Oh that's okay, I don't think you would look right with one, too pure for tattoos I think." 

I didn't know how to take that or how to respond so I just didn't. Our silence was interrupted with the front door opening and a few boys stumbling in. 

"Sorry about that, my flat mates. They're probably drunk. It's getting late anyway, let me get you home yeah? Els and Kate are probably worried" he said picking up our empty plates and dropping them in the sink. I wasn't ready to go but he was right, my phone was dead and I was certain I had a thousand missed calls. He disappeared down a hallway and reappeared with a black coat in hand. 

"Put this on will you, don't need you catching a cold" he said holding it up for me to slide on. 

My arms went into the warm material and I have him a thankful smile as I pulled it closed around me. We made our way back downstairs and there was already a cab waiting on me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to a stop. 

"I had a lot of fun with you tonight Mel" he said wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. 

I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck and I really didn't want to do anything else.

"I had a lot of fun with you too Harry, we should go out again sometime" I said softly into his ear letting my mouth linger near his jawline.  The next thing I knew I felt his lips brushing across my cheek. 

I backed away and he had the biggest smile on his face. "Be careful love" he whispered into my ear as he opened the car door.

I told the driver my address as I buckled my seatbelt. I snuggled into his coat and I couldn't do anything but smile.