If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 72

The last thing he remembered was an intense climax for them both, Ashley trembling against him, and whispering his name. They must both have fallen asleep. Ashley stretched next to him arching her back away from his side.

"Hey sleepy head," he said pulling her hair away from her neck.

She rolled to her other side to face him and give him a tight hug. "That was really amazing."

"Good." He hugged her back running his hands down the length of her spine.

"I need to check the time," he said turning to reach for his phone. "It's 5:30. Will you have enough time to get ready?"

"What time do we have to leave?"

"About 7:20."

"I can do it if you'll behave yourself."

"I'll do my best. Let's get a shower." He pulled back the sheet and swung his feet over the side of the bed. "I'll start getting what we need."

Harry was already in the shower by the time she got to the bathroom. He opened the glass door for her and took her hand as she stepped in. "How's the water temperature?"

"It's perfect," she said.

They did their best to behave while in the shower, but after a few detours, they were running late enough that Harry had to move the reservation time.

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Harry reached out to help Ashley out of the car in front of Alain Ducasse restaurant. Several pairs of eyes followed her as he escorted her into the restaurant.

"Mr. Styles," said the host seeming to know him.

"Hello, Albert. How are you?" asked Harry extending his hand.

"Good. We're glad to see you. Right this way to your table."

He pulled out a chair for Ashley before opening and handing Ashley a menu and then Harry. The waiter was immediately at their table to take their drink order.

"I placed an order earlier. Could you check on that, please?" asked Harry.

"How do you like it?" asked Harry looking at Ashley.

"It's very beautiful."

"So are you."

One arm and shoulder was bare while the other was covered by the fitted long sleeve of the black dress that clung to her figure. She had on a wide platinum choker, an equally wide matching bracelet, dangling earrings, and an art deco ring with a black stone. Her hair was loose.

Harry reached for her hand as they both looked over the menu. He intended for the evening to be incredibly special. They had not discussed the anniversary during the day. He'd not wanted to make her anxious.

"Can you recommend something?" she asked. "I'm afraid I've only had French food a few times when I was really young and it was provincial."

"Why don't we get the seasonal? It's seven courses including fish. You can't go wrong with fish right?"

"Sounds delicious."

"Great."

"Sir, I have the wine you requested. Shall I pour?" asked the waiter pulling back the linen cloth to reveal the label." Ashley's hand went to her heart.

"Harry, thank you," she said as the tears gathered on her lashes. She reached out and touched the award-winning Russo label.

"Is something wrong mam?" asked the waiter.