Warning sexual content in the end of this chapter
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We walk up to what looks like a hotel. A guy opens the door for us and Harry nods a thank you.
"Mr. Styles & Mrs. Styles! welcome!' A guy with a french accent greets us.
Did he just call me Mrs. Styles?
"Were not-"
"Is our table ready?" harry cuts me off.
I shoot him a look and the man nods.
"Follow me please." he says turning on his heel.
Harry takes myhand and we follow him up a set of long stairs.
We finally get to the top and the man turns to us.
"Enjoy." he says.
'Thank you." Harry and I say in unision.
Harry opens the door and a gust of wind blows through my hair. we step out and I suck in a breath at the breath taking view.
"Harry." I whisper as I let go of his hand.
I walk to the edge and look out at the city. Its absolutely amazing. Harry stands next to me.
"Do you like it?" he asks.
"its amazing." I say turning to him.
I kiss him and look back at the view.
"Are you hungry?" he asks and I nod.
I follow him to one of the tables and we sit down. He hands me a menu and I open it.
"I think im gonna get some white wine." He says.
"Your only twenty Mr. Styles." I point out.
"And your only Seventeen. You probaboly thinking about getting something with acohol too. speaking of which whens your birthday?" he asks.
"Decamber 21 and your right im getting the french pear martini." i sy closing the drinks menu.
"That sounds good." he says closing his menu.
A waitor comes and takes our drink orders then gives us a menu for appetizers.
"What do you want?" he asks.
"what looks good." I say and he chuckles.
"ohh what about french onion soup bites?" I ask and he scrunches up his nose.
"How about bruschetta?' he asks.
"I dont see..... oh my god yes." I say spotting it.
He chuckles and the guy brings our drinks out. He places ours in front of us and we smile up to him.
"Thank you.' I say and the guy blushes.
Harry clears his throat and I look at him. He raises a brow and i stick my tongue out at him. I turn back to the poor guy that has to watch me be childish.
"Well have the bruschetta for our appetizer." I say and he scribbles it down.
"I'll be right out with it." He says and walks back through the doors.
I turn back to Harry who is staring at me with a smile.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing.' He says looking away but still smiling.
"Please tell me." I beg.
"I was just thinking." he says.
"About what?" I ask.
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