Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 34 - Dinner

Harry quietly chuckles before saying "Are you fucking joking?"

"Excuse me sir?" the man asks horrified, almost to make sure if he heard him right. "I can always write you off the list Mr. Styles" he continues, almost in a bit of a threat. I don't see what the big deal is, there's billions of places to eat here.

"No" Harry says abruptly. I'm surprised by his answer, I thought he was going to continue his little outrage and grab the man by his silver tie. "We will... wait" he groans before looking back at me, then back at the man that then walks back inside.

"You'd think for such a fancy or at least not shitty place they wouldn't make you wait, and outside too" he comments.

"Ugh, I know right" My tone is a little sarcastic, I'm not as mad or annoyed about the whole thing as much as he is, not at all actually but I'll play along. He smiles at his feet, shaking his head slightly. His dimples are making more appearances than expected tonight. I just hope they're not the opening act to a tragedy.

"You know..." I feel his hand on my lower back as we walk down the few steps that lead up to the restaurant. "That outfit makes you look legal. It makes me feel like less of a craddle snatcher" he jokes.

I roll my eyes "Yeah maybe I shouldn't get involved with such an old man" I respond, turning the joke on him. Now that I've found a comeback, I'm going to torture him all night with it. "And I think it's a little too late for that"

"Too late for what?". He has now removed his hand and we're now strolling side by side. The night is warm and pleasant and there's lots of people out tonight. The mood isn't that different to that at the amusement park. The moon is one of those bright yellow colors that it is rarely, giving understanding to why so many people say it's made of cheese. When I was younger I used to think it was made of ice and that angels, or maybe it was fairies I can't remember, used to skate with magic pink boots on it when I was sleeping. At least I was original.

"Craddle snatching" I voice comes down to a little mutter. He takes a moment to think just before speaking.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean" The memory of being at his apartment, him telling me all the things he likes about me. His arms holding me, touching me. Of course we didn't run the full marathon but we did run a little. Just him and I, no one else. It maybe wasn't a big deal to him, but it was for me. And it still is. Of course it was ruined practically hours later.

He takes another moment to think before letting a small "Oh" escapes his lips. I expect him to say more about that night but I guess he doesn't want to. I blush a little at bringing the subject up in the first place and he seems to find my shyness amusing so he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"Ahh, kids" he jokes again and follows it by chuckling. I shrug his arm off me. "The point is, I was just trying to say you look nice, that's all". I spin round and look at him. He shrugs and thrusts his hands in his jean pockets. I don't feel like using my comeback now but we continue walking along. After a while that probably seemed longer than it was I thank him for his compliment. It was nice, even for him. He looks nice too, his hair is long but I like it and at least he's not wearing that bandana he usually wears to keep it back. Not that I dislike that either. I like the shirt his wearing too, it's very... un-Harry.

"We should probably start heading back" I remind him "I think over 15 minutes have past". He nods and we start walking back to restaurant.

When we arrive, thank god there's a spot for us. I hope Harry isn't paying too much for this, it does look and seem pretty pricey. I brought my purse either way.