Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Nine

"A proposition?" I eyed Harry through my lashes as I took a tentative sip from my wine glass. My eyebrow quirked up in interest and I leaned forward intrigued. "What kind of proposition?"

"How do you feel about tagging along with us on tour?" Harry widely grinned like he was excited about the idea himself. "We can find you a job. I'm sure our hair stylist could use an assistant or something; or if you don't want to work, you can just hang out with us and find something to do to keep yourself busy when we're doing interviews. What do you say? The boys are on board. We would all love for you to join us."

This was fantastic news. First off, traveling all over Europe with my boyfriend sounded magnificent. Secondly, I would be able to be by the boys' side until this investigation was completely done with. I didn't have to worry about a time limit before they would be whisked away from me and put under the care of an Agent I didn't know.

"Really?" I smiled excitedly. "You want me to come?"

Harry nodded. "Of course I want you to come. It would be perfect. Plus, I wouldn't have to worry about you being alone if someone were to send you that horrific hate mail again."

I felt like I could read Harry's mind every time he brought up the hate mail. "Harry, I can handle hormonal teenagers and their teenaged angst. They don't scare me."

Harry's fans don't scare me, but the person who sent me that letter did.

"I know you can babe. I'm dating a badass." He smirked. "So are you in?"

"Yes I'm in! This is brilliant!"

Harry looked up at the ceiling and hissed, "Yes!" Then he got out of his seat, walked over to my side of the table and kissed me. "I love you."

There goes my heart again. "I love you too, Harry."

He leaned in again, smiling into the kiss and walked back to his seat. The waiter walked by our table and Harry politely stopped him. "Can we get the check please?"

"Of course, Mr. Styles." The waiter nodded and skipped off to quickly get what was asked. The staff at this restaurant have been treating us like royalty since Harry was here. I couldn't say I was complaining.

"What's the hurry?" I asked.

Harry still had half of his salmon left and I was still working on my sushi. We even had half a bottle of white wine left.

"There's somewhere I want to take you," Harry glanced at his watch that probably cost more than my house - well, okay maybe I'm exaggerating a little - "And we're kind of on a time limit."

The waiter walked back with our check and set it on the table. "Anything else I could do for you, sir?"

I reached for the check before Harry could. He was always paying the bill and I felt bad for not chipping in, even though I've offered countless of times before. I understood in the beginning of our relationship, it was the gentlemen thing to do, but by now we should be comfortable enough to split the cost of our dates.

Harry swiped it before I could touch it as if he was reading my mind. "Nope. This one's on me." Harry stuck his credit card into the folds of the check and handed it back to the waiter. "No we're good. Thank you, Charles."

"Harry, every date we've been on has been on you." I rolled my eyes. "I can pay for dinners too, you know?"

"I know you can babe," Harry reached over and held my left hand. His thumb rubbed light circles over my skin and I instantly felt lighter. "But I like to treat you."

"Well I'd like to treat you too sometimes."

Harry mischievously smirked and his grip on my hand tightened slightly. "I know plenty of ways you can treat me." Butterflies stormed through my stomach and I loved that he still had that kind of effect on me.