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FOURTEEN.

One of my favorite places in the entire city was this museum! I began to get suspicious as to how Harry guessed it. "How did you know I loved this place?"

He smiled. "Lucky guess. I love it as well. There's a lot you don't know about me."

I realized the time and my smile fell. 10pm? The building was definitely closed. It closes at 8 on weekdays. "How will we get it? It's closed." I said, smoothing down my hair from the wind. Harry's curls were also a mess, yet he looked effortlessly sexy.

"Not to me." His smile was almost sinister. He grabbed my hand and led me up the stone steps. "I happen to know a few people here and there." He knocked on the locked door and waited for a security guard to approach. The old woman looked confused. She unlocked the door and cracked it open. "I'm sorry sir, but we're closed. Come back tomorrow at 7."

"I'm here on behalf of Zayn. I'm Harry Styles."

Her eyebrows raised dramatically. "Oh right. Excuse me Mr. Styles." She held the door open wide for us to enter and hastily locked it behind us.

She shuffled away moments later leaving Harry and I alone in an empty museum. "Who's Zayn?"

"An old friend of mine, also the curator of this museum. I gave him a ring today and let's just say he owed me a favor."

This was absolutely insane. The MET was one of my favorite spots in the city and here we were standing in it alone, free to roam around without the hustle and bustle of tourists.

"Where should we start first?" He asked.

"The French rooms are my favorite!"

We took an elevator up to the next level where there were rooms of ancient art work dating back to the 1800's. French lifestyle always seemed so dreamy to me. I loved the rooms filled with old architecture and furniture. It made me feel like I was visiting Paris!

The room we walked into had old portraits of rich looking people. Lace, pearls, and layers of fancy fabric covered the pale, powdered skin of the women. Men sported dark jackets and fancy hats. "You'd look good in that." I commented, pointing to a man wearing a dark grey suit with a matching top hat. Harry burst out in laughter. "No way! You'd look good in this." His laughing smile turned into a mischievous smile. It looked to where he was pointed and punched his shoulder playfully. The painting was of a woman in the nude.

"Come on." I dragged him away from the raunchy art. The next room had furniture. It was designed to look like a room straight out of France in the 1800's. From the wallpaper, to the furniture, to the crowning on the ceiling, everything looked so real.

Red velvet lounge chairs, wooden carved tables, and a massive bed filled the room. I started studying some angel figures on the wallpaper when Harry called my name. I turned around to see what he wanted. He was laying on the bed!

"Harry!" I whisper yelled, full aware we were the only ones in this museum, besides that security guard. "What are you doing? These could be cameras!"

He crossed his ankles and rested his arms behind his curly head. "Join me, it's comfy up here."

"What? Are you insane?"

"Yes I am, now get up here before I make you." He started laughing at my shocked face. I didn't doubt he'd make me so I carefully stepped over the ropes "protecting" the bed. And laid down next to him. He was right, it was comfy.

"Bonjour mon cherie." He said mockingly.

"Bonjour!"

We both climbed off the old bed and explored the next room filled with more art. Room after room held more surprises and dumb jokes from Harry. It was nice seeing him out of his busy work element. He seemed so much more relaxed.

"I have something to show you." He said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. I followed him up a few flights of stairs. We were both out of breath once we reached the top. In front of the end of the stairs was a large metal door. Harry pushed it open, letting in a rush of air.

Behind the door was the most beautiful view. We were on the roof! Lights from surrounding buildings lit up the starry sky. The cool breeze drifted on my skin, blowing my dress in the breeze and making little goosebumps form.

"This is amazing! I love it! Thank you so much." I raved. Harry grinned back. "You're welcome. Does this count as a good first date?"

"Oh better than good! It's perfect." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I released him out of my grip after a few seconds and walked to the edge of the roof, admiring the views around me. I felt Harry's hand slip around my side, turning me to face him. "Can I kiss you? Please." His tone was almost begging.

I nodded quietly, giving in to my inner desires. He closed in on the distance in between us, letting me see his face extremely close up. His breath fanned over my cheeks. I automatically closed my eyes when I felt his lips touch mine. They were soft and so were his movements.

He kissed me as if he was afraid he would break me. Was he being gentle because of how I ran away last time or just because he felt like he needed to be gentle with me? Either way I loved it. A tiny bit of his stubble tickled my chin. God, he was so sexy. I wanted more. My hands moved to the base of his neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible.

He sensed I wanted more and traced the space between my lips with his tongue. I gladly granted him access and let him explore my mouth. He made my entire body go soft and weak. I felt like putty in his hands. I wanted him to touch me, feel me, anything.

He eventually pulled away to catch his breath. Both of us were left panting like dogs in the hot sun. "Shit." He whispered, barely audible over our heavy breathing. He glanced down at his watch. "It's far past midnight. I should get you home shouldn't I?"

I really didn't want this night to end but I didn't want to suffer another month long house arrest type of punishment. I agreed with him as we made our trek back down the steps and to his motorcycle again.

The drive home was just as fun but I felt different. I knew Harry felt the same. I just felt closer to him already. He let me see a fun part of him and showed that he cared about things other than his work and company. I wanted to see more of this Harry.

When we arrived back at my house, all the lights were off inside. My parents must be asleep, nevertheless Harry drove slowly and quietly as he parked out front.

"Thanks again, for tonight. I really loved it."

You're welcome. So did I."

I leaned over the console in between us and kissed his plum tinted lips. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. Sleep well, sweetheart."

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