Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 14

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Arriving at our destination, I attempt to gather my composure. I have never done anything so thrilling before. Harry is a very safe driver, however, with the vibrations of the motor and my arms wrapped around Harry's waist with no space in between us, one could guess why I'm a bit frazzled.

"Here we are."

"Girl and the Goat?"

"Yup. Come on, we are right on time for our reservation." He replies, pulling out his camera bag from a pouch on the side of his bike and hanging it on his shoulder. Of course he brought his camera.

Being bold, I slyly slip my fingers between his. His eyes quickly dart to meet mine in surprise. Trying to be smooth, I send him what was supposed to be a wink, but ended up looking like a face twitch.

He chuckles and squeezes my hand, "Was that supposed to be a wink?"

My face reddens once again. Man I suck at this shi.t.

"Yeah, I can't wink," I laugh.

"It's okay love. I'll teach you one day," He cockily states, turning his head towards me and nearly knocking the air from my lungs with a single wink.

How can one man be so attractive?

Lost at words once again, I roll my eyes at him as we make our way into the revolving doors. Upon entering the restaurant, I am pleasantly surprised. Harry brought me to a classy restaurant with sleek wood tables and long window panels displaying Chicago's nightlife.

"Reservation for Harry Styles."

Harry Styles. He's told me his full name before, but why does his last name seem so familiar? It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to remember where I've heard it from. Styles isn't a very common last name.

The waiter shows us to our seats and sets down two menus in front of us.

"Hello, my name is Roberto and I will be your waiter today. Can I start you guys off with some drinks?"

"We'll have two glasses of Pinot Noir," Harry snaps.

Why is he always so rude to people?

"Please," I add in politely, smiling at the nervous waiter.

Once the waiter awkwardly shuffles away, Harry turns his daggers towards me. What the hell did I do?

"Why were you smiling at him?" Harry snarls, picking up his camera bag and pulling out his Nikon camera. What a strange man.

"Because you were making Roberto uncomfortable and I was trying to be nice."

"You were flirting with him," he whisper yells as Roberto came back with our drinks.

Harry is so frustrating! I'm really attracted to him and I absolutely love his sweet side, but he has some serious demons that haunt him and he's super insecure. I really hope he opens up to me a little bit tonight so I can understand what I'm dealing with.

Snap.

I look over at Harry who is now looking at the screen of his camera. Eye brows furrowed in concentration.

Did he just take a picture of Roberto?

Looking over at Roberto, I see that he's looking just as confused as I am, "Umm ehh," Roberto clears his throat, "are you guys ready to order?"

Harry hangs his camera around his neck, "Raw oysters and goat empanadas."

Everything that was going on with Roberto completely slipped my mind. Goat empanadas? What the fuc.k is Harry having me eat? I don't want to eat goat. I guess I should've figured with the title of the restaurant that Harry was up to something fishy.