Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter four

After spending the whole afternoon with Harry going to different parts off New York, even getting close to the Statue of Liberty, well as close as we could, we decided to grab something to eat at a spanish restraurant.

We sit down and the waiter comes over, dressed in black suit trousers and a white shirt.

"Good evening, what would you like to order?" he asks with a slight spanish accent.

"What looks good to you, pervy?" Harry's eyes are glued to the menu. A serious expression. I think I'm growing to love his nick name for me, but other people will find it weird, meh.

"ermmm, I think I'm going to order Tortilla with salad and calamarie" I say to the waiter.

"Calemarie?" Harry asks confused.

"Squid rings you idiot" I say with a giggle.

"Oh right, yeah I'll have what she's having" he drops the menu, giving up on trying to understand any off it.

"And what would you like to drink? I suggest our finest, delicious, crisp, red whine for your beautiful lady"

My heart skips. I decide to let Harry do the talking.

"Yeah that sounds good, cheers mate" he dismisses the waiter, who soon enough walks off.

He probably didn't take much notice of the waiter calling me his lady.

A few moments of comfitable silence passes by then Harry suddenly breaks it.

"So why did you move to New York?" He asks with an intrigued expression, his eyelashes hanging low, frameing his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" I ask whilst the waiter brings over our wine, pouring it for us.

Harry hardly adknowledges that he's there. But he thanks him when he leaves.

"You interest me" he says taking a sip of his wine.

"What can I say" I say pretending that I have a bow tie and twisting it with my two hands.

"Why won't you tell me?" He asks, fighting a smile, I can tell.

"I didn't know I had to? Oooh, is this your plan, wine and dine me then force information out off me?"

"Yes and No, I thought you were in need for some wine and dinning" he winks.

"In which, the wine is very nice"

"Don't try to change the subject, but yes, my lady deserves the finest wine" he says smugly.

I don't reply. That comment is going too far. He must be able to read what I think through my frowning expression.

"Chill pervy, I'm joking. This is just getting to know the new kid that's going to be living with Naomi and I" he says with a smile.

The waiter saves me from having to think of a reply by bringing over our dinner.

It's delicious. Harry and I make small talk throughout the meal about life in London and New York.

"What do you do for a living?" I ask the question that just sprung to my mind.

"I'm between jobs at the moment. I'm trying to break in to the music career as we speak, I'm in a band with my other four mates. We are trying to get signed a record label but it isn't easy" he says with a serious expression.

"Owh, are you that bad?" I tease.

He tenses.

Shit, my dry sense of humor is so terrible sometimes.

He relaxes me when he tilts his head back and laughs.

"Come on then, what do you do for a living?" he asks putting his cutlery on to the cleared plate.

"I'm a bum with a little bit of money. I don't work. I mean, before I came to New York I had a job as a hair dresser, I studied it in college" I say proudly.

"How do you have money? From working?"

No.

"Yeah" I answer simply.

We finish dinner and Harry insists on paying for the meal, I never let a man pay for me. Just this once.

We get in to his car and head home.

Before he reverses out of the restraunt parking lot, his phone rings.

"Alright babe" he says through the phone, obviously Naomi.

....

"I said I was bringing you though? Why can't you just tell them that you can't work tonight?"

.....

"Fine! Fuck! I'll go on my own!" He shouts in to the phone and hangs up.

I don't like this side of Harry.

I want to ask where he was going to go with her but decide against it. I don't want to piss him off even more.

We sit in awkward silence as Harry gets more and more wound up by the traffic jam.

"Did you enjoy the meal?" He asks staring out off the wind screen, with an blank expression.

"Yeah it was delicious, thanks" I reply

He doesn't answer, just nods.

"So what is your band called?" I ask.

He isn't quite as tense, he softens. Obviously he is excited about his upcoming dream.

"One direction" he says, proudly.

"Let me guess, because there's only one way, which is up?" I say, smiling.

"Yeah! Wow pervy, it took me three days for Naomi to understand the name" he says giggling.

"It isn't exactly difficult" I laugh along.

"She is too caught up in cloud nine to take an interest in other people" he says spitefully.

ouch. (For Naomi that is).

"Hey would you like to meet my band?" he says turning to me, his eyes full off excitment.

"Erm... "

Not too sure how Naomi would feel about me spending time with her boyfriend and his band. His eyes are too sweet to turn down though. He reminds me off a desperate child.

"Sure...When?" I ask, staring in to his eyes as he bites down on his plump lip.

"Tonight! We are perfoming a gig at our local bar and everyone's coming along. This is a good oppertunity for you to make some friends, apart from your bestie, Harry" he says playfully patting my head with one hand over the chair.

"Was that where you were gonna take Naomi to?"

"Yeah until she flopped. You seem like more fun anyway" He says, smiling.

I don't say anything, I just nod. I have to tread lightly, I don't want to betray Naomi by talking behind her back or offending her boyfriend by sticking up for Naomi.

He pulls up to the apartment. I get out off the car but he doesn't.

"You're not coming?" I ask, confused, through the window that is put down.

"I am going to help the lads set up at the bar, here take my key, I'll pick you up at seven thirty, be ready by then. Try not to dress up for me too much" he laughs, entertained by his comment.

"I'll try not too" I say and laugh along.

He takes the door key off his chain and passes it to me.

He drives off and I make my way to the apartment.