Harry drove the car to a restaurant uptown, its white, shiny exterior screaming 'ostentatious' and 'swanky'. I turned my nose up at the sheer arrogance of the place. It was definitely the kind of place Harry would go, I cracked a small smile at the fact of how obviously posh he was.
I waited until he opened the door for me, knowing full well that he had put the child lock on. He was smirking as he opened the door, obviously pleased with him self and his 'cunning' child lock plan.
Hastily, I got out of the car, ignoring his attempt to hold my hand. I snapped my arm to my side, making sure he got the message. But he tried again, swiftly brushing his hand into my palm.
I stopped short, spinning around to face him. "Try and hold my hand, ONE more FUCKING time, and I will butcher your pretty little smirk right off of your pretty little fucking face. Got it?" The words gushed out of my mouth, my impulsive anger bursting out once again.
"You think I'm 'pretty'?" His mouth turned downwards, obviously disappointed at my description of him.
Serves him right.
His lowered his head down to my ear, his hand forcibly grabbing mine this time. It locked around like a vice grip, unmoving no matter what I did. I groaned- this is exactly why I despised him.
"I'm not quite sure how I feel about you swearing Hannah," He whispered, my name a caress on his tongue. "In one way it's hot as fuck, but in another it is rude and immature. I think I'm going to ban it."
I turned my head towards him. "Fuck you and your rules, I don't need to put up with this shit."
His grip on me tightened, his words cracking like thunder. "Don't push me or I'll snap."
His face was now in mine, his bright green eyes flicking over my face, studying me.
I wonder what he saw? I wondered as I stared back at him.
He sighed, pulling me into the restaurant by my hand, my legs struggling to match his long strides. Passing the 'please wait to be seated' sign, he strolled into the room, walking to the back end of the restaurant.
The most secluded and private section of the whole restaurant.
Oh great, lucky me.
He released my hand and folded gracefully into his chair, his long legs crossing at the ankles.
"Please," He smiled, his eyes taunting me. "Take a seat."
I knew I was left with no choice- he would catch me if I ran, and most likely end up killing me. Sitting down rigidly, I forced my eyes to the ground, not wanting to converse with him.
"Look at me." He commanded, his voice stern.
"No."
"Hannah-"
"Mr S-S-styles. W-Welcome b-back." A low-pitched voice interrupted, nervously stuttering to my left.
Harry rolled his eyes, his eyes bored.
Why was this poor pubescent waiter so terrified of Harry?
"I'm having the usual." Harry said, flipping the menu away in disdain.
"T-T-the usual s-s-sir?" The boy inquired nervously, obviously confused.
"Yes, my usual." Harry snapped.
The boys eyes widened in obvious panic.
"And f-for you Miss?" He said, drawing his attention to me, his eyes surveying me curiously.
