Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 18: Outnumbered.

"Hand em over." He holds his hands out, and I look at him in disbelief. He shakes his hand once more, and I shake my head.

    "I'm not taking them off. We're in the middle of freaking Australia Harry I-" I stop talking once I see him lean against the wall and cross his arms over his chest. He stops walking completely.

    "I'm not walking another step until you hand me your shoes." He smiles, and I roll my eyes, taking hold of his shoulder as I unstrap the heels. I take them off, and hand them over to Harry, and shrink next to him now.

    "Are you happy? Now I'm shoeless in Australia." I throw my hands up, and he laughs.

    "That sounds like a song title." He tells me.

    "Well smart ass, why don't you take me home so you can write it." I joke, and he dangles my shoes out in front of him.

    "These were holding you back, now you can do whatever you want... Want to dance in the street? Now you can." He waves his hand to the empty street, and I shake my head.

    "Why in the world would I dance in the street?" I ask him as we wait to cross.

    "Because you're not wearing heels, so you can." He tells me, speaking to me as if I'm dumb for even asking.

    "That's not what I-" I start, but my speech is interrupted when my hand is grabbed, and I am pulled along across the street quickly.

    "Time to go!" He yells, and I find myself laughing.

    "You're a crackhead. I swear to god you're on crack." I laugh as we start to slow down on the opposite side of the street.

    "I'm trying to open you up here, give me some wiggle room here." He shimmys his shoulders, and I can't help but laugh again, and he furrows his brows. "Why are you laughing?" He asks, the cutest smile on his face. Did I just say he was cute? No his smile is cute, that's not a crime.

    "Hearing you say the word wiggle.. That's it." I tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders.

    "Make fun of me all you want, I don't care. So Eleanor, what do you want to eat?" He asks, and I shrug back to him.

    "I don't know, you're the one who's been here, been to Australia before. It's almost midnight, you tell me." I look up to him, and he starts thinking.

    "You don't eat red meat, only chicken and fish, but mostly healthy food.. Let me think." He pulls his phone out, and I thin my eyes at him. "What?" He asks.

    "I don't like that you know that about me.." I tell him, and he laughs at me as I look forward.

    "Of course I know that about you El, I spend every day with you, I order your room service. Do you think I would just forget it? Push it out of my brain?" He asks, and I shrug.

    "That's what I do with you." I tell him ,and he stops, turning straight to me.

    "How do I like my coffee?" He asks, and I turn back to him, and see his order in my mind, but on the outside I shrug my shoulders.

    "I don't know." I cross my arms, and I smirk seeing his angered expression.

    "Eleanor Montgomery if you want food, you'll answer my question... honestly!" He points his finger at me, and clicks his screen off, slipping it back in his pocket.

    "Fine. You drink it black but if you're feeling fun you like it with a little bit of cream, and a small shot of vanilla, sometimes carmel, now can we go?" I ask, and he sits in his hips, smirking at me, getting ideas in his head.