Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Seven: Mrs. Styles

"What?" I choke out. I'm pretty sure that Harry just told me that his name is Harry Styles.

"My name is Harry Edward Styles."

Yup. That's what I thought.

"Yeah, I heard that. But a different Styles or..." I trail off.

Harry knows what I'm asking, "Yes. I'm part of the family that is Styles Enterprise."

I let out a small gasp as I stare at Harry, "But I thought they only had a daughter."

"My mother made sure that no one ever knew I was hers," Harry tells me.

"How?" I ask, curious.

"I'd rather not talk about it at the moment," he requests quietly.

"I can respect that," I reply.

The waiter comes with our meals, but we both seem to have lost our appetites.

"Harry, I'm sorry," I tell him.

"For what?" he asks.

"For asking that question."

"It's okay Ni, it's not like you expected that answer. I would have had to tell you at some point anyway," Harry explains to me.

The awkward mood seems to disappear, so I decide to ask another question. I twirl my spaghetti on my fork, "So Ni huh? Why the nickname?" I tease.

Harry blushes and it is the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my entire existence.

"I...um...I thought it was cute, it suits you."

"So you think I'm cute?" I grin at him.

Harry blushes even harder if possible and shovels a forkful of food into his mouth so that he doesn't have to answer. I laugh at the sight of him.

"It's okay Harry, you're pretty cute yourself," I compliment.

Harry's eyes widen in disbelief.

"This is kind of like a date, isn't it?" Harry says cheekily, gaining more confidence.

"It's only a date if I get to take you home afterwards," I wink.

"You work fast Ni," he tells me and I laugh.

"I'm irresistible," I say.

Harry hums in agreement and rolls his eyes.

Dinner is nice. Harry and I play around and I end up having the best time. It is all over too soon for my liking. Reluctantly, I grab some of Harry's bags and we head to the train to go home. I don't realize how tired I am until I start to nod off on the way home.

"Ni," Harry whispers.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"It's time to get off."

I groan and lift my head up off of Harry's shoulder. I'm stumbling over myself because I'm so tired. We make it home eventually and as soon as we enter the flat all I want to do is crawl in bed. I drop all of the bags in my hands and kick my shoes off. I ignore Harry's chuckles as I strip my coat off and toss it wherever as I make my way to my room.

I ditch my jeans and socks I have on, leaving me in my briefs and the plain white shirt I have been wearing all day. It's when I pull back the covers that I realize that Harry didn't follow me.

I pad to my door and see Harry laying on the couch.

"Harry?"

He sits up and looks at me.