Ever Since New York [H.S]

You'll Never Know What You Do To Me

I began to feel sick to my stomach as my nerves ran high, waiting out the front of the restaurant that Harry had thoughtful picked out, we were lounging out in the limo as we awaited Anne and Gemma's arrival. It's not that Harry's immediate family had stood us up because they hadn't. Harry and I were just running early. This was a common habit of Harry's. I focused more on my nerves and trying to settle them than paying attention to the conversation that Harry and the limo driver, Dennis, were engaged in.

"Thank you, Dennis, you're a lovely man." I was caught off guard by Harry thanking him, I wasn't too sure what he had thanked him for, but knowing Harry it could have been anything or simply nothing at all. "And that's the way it's gonna be little darlin'. We'll go riding on the horses, yeah, yeah. Way up in the sky little darlin'. And if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up." Harry began to sing the chorus of his newly found song that he had grown an attachment towards. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a loud laugh, feeling somewhat better due to Harry's dorkiness, and shook my head as I rolled my eyes during the process. At some point Harry must have caught on, concluding that I had a hatred for Horses. "Oh. Not into Horses?" Harry asked, shifting in the leather seat within the long stretch limo, so that he was facing me. When I remained silent, he repeated himself, asking the question once more. "Not into Horses?"

I remained quiet for a few short seconds and just shrugged my shoulders as Harry glanced back at me. I wasn't sure what I could say without hurting or upsetting his feelings. "You're obsessed, H." I joked lightly through a fit fill of laughter and giggles.

"I've done it enough." Came Harry's voice, speaking in a joking manner as his words come out soft and gentle. "Alright. Okay. Alright." He spoke, stopping to take a breath before focusing purely on my big brown eyes. "Out. That way. Out." He teased, pointing his hand out towards the door as if he were truly signalling for me to leave. I didn't move a muscle or mutter a word. "I'm joking," he assured me right before he went on. "Treat people with kindness and all that." The way that Harry was messing around helped put my nerves at ease. I was still feeling nervous about meeting Gemma and had that what if she didn't like me typed gut feeling but with the way that Harry was playing around, it gave my mind something else to think about, I was thankful for Harry in this very moment. "You can stay." The curly haired brunette male had decided, though, it wasn't something he took too long on deciding. "You're allowed an opinion that's no problem, but, if you talk dirt on Daryl Braithwaite one more time you're out." He warned me.

I turned my head to the side the very moment Harry had glanced over in my direction, which meant I ended up locking eyes with Harry's beautiful green eyes. We stared at one another for a few minutes before Harry broke the eye contact along with the silence, to joke around once more. Perhaps he knew how I was feeling and was just giving my mind other things to stay occupied with. "So, seeing as though we're not allowed to sing horses anymore we're gonna have to find something else to do." Harry teased, giving my arm a gentle nudge, and pressed a gentle kiss against the top of my forehead causing my cheeks to heat up.

Harry’s eyes lit up and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. Before I could question him, there was a knock on the window of the limo behind my head, and I jumped in fright. Harry reached for my hand and squeezed it gently, chuckling. ‘It’s alright, love,’ he assured me. ‘It’s only mum.’ I felt the heat and colour return to my cheeks as my heart dropped. If that was Anne, Gemma was here too, and they’d both seen me make a fool of myself. So much for making a good first impression. ‘Just be your wonderful self, my gorgeous girl,’ Harry insisted. The way Harry spoke to me left me breathless. It was something I’d never experienced with Patrick, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to it. With that, he opened his door and climbed out of the limo. I moved to follow him, and he shook his head, shutting the door behind himself once he’d made sure he wouldn’t hurt me if he did so. Taking advantage of a moment alone, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I watched Harry interact with Anne and Gemma, admiring how much they meant to him as they all exchanged hugs. Harry’s laughter rang out into the night air. I couldn’t really make sense of the conversation, still being in the limo.

I wanted to be relieved as Harry reached for the door handle, I really did. Instead, I was overcome with panic. Harry bent into the limo and offered me his arm. I let him guide me to my feet and shut the door behind us. As Dennis drove away, Harry shifted so his arm was around my waist. I couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face. It was as if he was genuinely excited to show me off to his family, and, dare I even think it, he might have been proud of me. Again, I’d never experienced this with Patrick. I was pulled from my thoughts as Anne stepped forward and pulled me into a warm embrace. ‘So good to see you again, Ivyanna, dear,’ she gushed. ‘You look fabulous,’ she added. My heart swelled with joy as I realised how it felt to be accepted by the family of a friend. I was then hit with the realisation that I hoped Harry and I would be more than that, especially if Anne had taken such a shine to me. I’d never had a great relationship with Angela, and Patrick had no other family besides her, so having Harry’s mum, at least appear to like me, was strange, but it made me feel good. At this point, Harry squeezed my hand, and I realised I’d never replied to Anne.

‘It’s nice to see you again as well,’ I told her. ‘Sorry,’ I added. ‘My mind wandered off to something that happened at work.’ Anne and I chatted briefly about my job while Harry and Gemma caught up amongst themselves. As the four of us spoke, we headed into the restaurant to get out of the cold. Harry’s arm left my waist only so that he could hold the door open for the rest of us. I insisted Anne and Gemma lead the way, and Harry waited for me to follow. We approached the seating host, and Harry stepped forward. ‘We have a reservation for four under Styles,’ he explained. The host nodded, and we followed him to our table. Harry pulled my chair out for me before taking his seat beside me. ‘You didn’t have to –‘ I told him quietly as I felt my cheeks heat up because of  his gesture. I was cut off as Harry reached for my hand on top of the table and squeezed it gently. ‘Harry!’ I objected, mortified that he would show so much affection in public at all let alone in front of his family. His eyes lit up and Gemma chuckled. Having completely forgotten she was with us by this point, I jumped back from Harry as if his touch had electrocuted me.

‘Your reaction only encourages him,’ Gemma explained. ‘He’s explained the whole Patrick fiasco to mum and I,’ she added; ‘so I totally understand that you’re not used to being with someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated, but Harry only wants the best for you.’

‘We all do, dear,’ Anne added. ‘You don’t have to hide anything around us’ she promised, looking from me to her son. ‘Just be happy, and enjoy the real experience of love.’

A.N; HARRY SUNG 'THE HORSES' AT LEAST FIVE TIMES AT OUR CONCERT, HONESTLY, WE COULDN'T HELP BUT MENTION IT SOMEWAY HERE AND THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE LITTLE DARLIN'.