What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 21

I still can't believe that I am out with the Harry Styles. I don't even know if it's the right thing to do. First of all, I don't know how is Salman going to react if I tell him that I went out with Harry for dinner? And second of all, I am totally crushing on Harry right now, even after having a boyfriend. Does that make me a bad girlfriend? I already feel like I am cheating on Salman. But Harry and I are just two people who met each other twice, so that doesn't mean anything, right? Nothing serious I hope. I need to stop over thinking! If only I didn't have any anxiety issues.

"Penny for your thoughts?" asks Harry as he smiles looking at me.

Right now we are sitting in a cab on our way to the burger joint Harry had suggested.

"You're really observant. I mean, how did you even know I didn't want to eat the food there?" I ask him.

"Well, I just knew. I'm great with women you know." he winks.

"Here you are. That'll be $20." interrupts the taxi driver.

As I fish in my purse to take out the cash, Harry holds my hands and says, "No, let me."

But before I could protest, he had already paid.

We get out of the taxi and walk our way to the burger joint. Since it was already midnight, there wasn't much rush. But there were a few people in. It had a modern looking interior and was painted only in red and white. Harry leads the way to an empty table for two and we take our seats. A waitress comes to our table and when she looks up, her eyes widen. I think she's a fan of Harry's.

"I can't believe it!" she squeals and says, "Could we please take a selfie, Harry?" she asks. I can see tears forming in her eyes.

"Sure, love." Harry says as he stands up. The waitress takes out her phone from her apron's pocket and quickly takes a selfie.

Harry takes his seat. The waitress then hands us the menus and leaves us to decide.

"That's really sweet of you Harry." I tell him.

"Thank you. I am who I am because of our fans." he says smiling.

"Now what do you wanna have?" he asks.

I order my burger whereas Harry orders an ice tea. The burger was really delicious, I enjoyed eating every bite. We were actually very quiet and it was kinda getting a bit awkward. We kept glancing at each other a few times.

Harry starts chuckling all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. Is there something on my face? I wipe my mouth with a napkin.

"No no, there's nothing on your mouth." he says, answering my thoughts.

"Then what is it?" I ask him again.

"You're something, you know? Like you're different from the other girls I've met." he tells me looking in my eyes.

"Good different or bad different?" I ask him smiling.

"Definitely good different." he says as he sips on his tea.

"That's good to know. But how am I different?" I ask him as I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh never mind that. If you don't mind, can I tell you something?" he says.

"Yeah sure, go on." I tell him.

"Next time when we go out, please don't be shy in telling your likes and dislikes. If you didn't like seafood, you should have told us as soon as you saw the menu." he tells me with seriousness on his face.

All I could hear was, next time when we go out. Will we go out again?

"How could I tell you guys? I mean, you called us for the dinner and I didn't want to be rude and I was kinda..." I tell him feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Embarrassed? No, it wouldn't have been rude and never feel embarrassed to voice out your opinion." he says with a smile.

I simply smile back. I don't know what to tell him.

"Anyways, did you like the burger?" he asks kindly.

"Oh I loved it!" I tell him as I took the last bite.

"I'm glad. Would you like to have anything else?" he asks politely.

"No, thank you. I am full."

Harry asks the waitress for the bill and she approaches us. Again, Harry pays for the bill, even after my protesting.

As we walk towards the exit, Harry stops.

"Shit." Harry curses as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"What's wrong?" I look up at the door and could only see flashes of lights.

"Are those paparazzi? But how did they find us?"

"I have been asking myself this question for the past few years." he shakes his head in annoyance.

"Let's take the back door." he turns back around and walks to the man at the cashier.

"Hello Sir. How are you?" Harry asks politely.

"Very well. Thank you. How may I help you, Sir?

"Well I was hoping that maybe you could help us. Since the front door is crowded with the paps, is there a back door that'll help us avoid them?"

"Yes, we do have one. Please follow me."

The man gets up and takes us through the kitchen, where in the end, we could see a door.

"That's the one." the man says.

"Thank you." Harry and I say in unison.

The man leaves and we walk towards the door. But as we got closer we could hear a lot of chattering and buzzing.

"I guess we'll have to go through them. I could call Paul for help, if you want?" he suggests.

There's a huge crowd out there and I've always hated being in a crowded area. It kinda scares me. But right now, I don't want to bother anyone, it's already past midnight. Harry's here because of me. He wanted to bring me here cause I didn't eat at the previous restaurant. I'll have to do this. It's no big deal.

"No, it's fine. Let's go." I tell him.

"Okay." he says and holds my hand. He's holding my hand! His hand is really warm and big. Somehow, it sends warmth all over my body.

"Don't let go, okay. And keep your head down. The flashes can blind you." he warns.

I'm actually starting to get a little worried now.

He opens the door and we are immediately blinded by the flashes of the cameras and attacked by so many questions.

"Harry, who's the new girl?!"

"What's your name?!"

"Are you two dating?!"

Honestly, I could not even see a thing. I hope Harry knows where he is going. The paps are pushing, pulling, nudging harshly and are too close all around us.

"Please move away, we need to get a cab." I can hear Harry calling out to the paparazzi.

"Could you please....." I try to push them away but they just won't budge.

"Harry....." I try to call out, but my voice comes out like a whisper and gets drowned as it is very loud.

It is getting harder to breathe as we keep pushing past the paparazzi. I am feeling suffocated. My vision blurries and I try blinking but it only gets darker and darker. I feel week and dizzy and my grip loosen from Harry's grasp and everything just blacks out.