All the Time (One Direction Fan Fiction ~Harry and Niall)

The Date - part 15

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Emma's POV

"Harry! Tell me where we are going!" I demanded as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the car waiting outside the hotel.

"Nope," He said, popping the 'p'.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Please?" I tried my best to beg and do the puppy dog eyes. I saw his expressions soften before he chuckled to himself.

"No, not falling for that," he winked at me as he opened the door to the black limousine and I carefully hopped inside, being careful not to flash as I did so.

Harry followed me and took the seat beside me so we were facing forwards. The driver shut the door and walked around to his side and got in.

I pulled on my seatbelt before looking out the window.

I pouted. "Tinted windows! I can't see anything," I gave Harry a look and he burst out laughing.

"I love you Em, don't worry, you'll love it," he reassured me and I just sighed before resting my head on his shoulder.

"Love you too Hazza bear," I said with a grin before I felt my eyes drooping and sleep overcame me.

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"Emma, wake up, we're here," I felt someone nudge me and my eyes flew open.

I blushed as I saw Harry standing outside the car, waiting for me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," I said, blushing brighter as I got up and stepped out of the car into the warm evening air. I stretched feeling surpirsingly more awake.

"Well that sleep helped a little," I admitted and Harry grinned at me before holding out his arm.

"May I?" He asked cheekily and I giggled.

"Of course kind sir," I said, putting on a posh accent.

Harry took my arm in his and I took in our surroundings. We were on a small road next to a beach?! And we were walking towards a restaurant. My eyes widened as I realised it was one of those really really posh, expensive french restaurants.

There were a few people outside and as we neared I saw about 20 couples sitting down.

"Harry..." I began but he covered my mouth and I just rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry, it is already paid for. Come on," he said, ignoring my protest and I gave in, as we walked up the marble stairs.

"Good evening Sir, ma'm, have a got a reservation booked?" The dressed up waiter resembled a penguin and I tried to stifle a giggle behind my hand. I ending up coughing a little.

"Yes, under Styles." Harry responded, trying not to laugh at me.

"And you are sitting outside?" The waiter asked.