Saving the Hero (a One Direction fanfic)

Deal

Chapter 26-Deal

***Blair’s point of view***

I was sitting in Starbuck at exactly 10 with a Venti cup of steaming hot tea in my hands. I start tapping my finger on the table, Harry was late. If he was going to do my bidding in the future, this just wouldn’t do.

My eyes wander to the windows of the shop and spot him walking in the streets, about two paps stalking close by and I smile to myself at the thought. Yes, it was good he was famous-definitely. I loved the attention and if they saw me with him, well let’s just say that things were going to be a lot easier for me.

He was wearing his usual white chucks, denim jeans that hugged his formed legs in the most perfect way, his ‘Hipsta Please’ black shirt that fell over his perfect long torso attractively, and over that he had a denim jacket on. His disheveled hair was newly trimmed and I thought he couldn’t look more perfect than he had before but I was wrong-the new trim made even more ladies bow down to him. On his left wrist he wore an expensive silver watch and his eyes were covered by his ray bans. He was most definitely the best kind of fuck on legs and I wanted him mine. Every atom of him.

Harry finally steps into the coffee shop, turning his head, looking for me and I raise up my hand to call his attention.

“Harry!” I call out loud, smirking as some of the girls nearby turned their head towards me then to Harry, their eyes growing wide. Oh this was too perfect.

Harry finally spots me and nods his head. He walks towards me and I stand up when he gets close, placing a hand on his cheek and letting my lips land firmly on his other. I pull back with a sweet smile and I see Harry’s perfect lips in a strained line.

“Hey,” he says, taking off his shades and sitting down as I did.

“Do you want to drink something?” I ask, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.

“No thanks,” he replies and bends his head down, ruffles his hair then pushes his curls to the side as he usually does, making every inch of myself desire him.

I reach my hand across the table and hold his. “You sure? I’ve got quite a few stuff to talk about.”

Harry looks at our hands and retracts his, placing both his hands on his lap like a good student.

“So talk,” he replies curtly. He was even sexier when pissed. I didn’t care if he was going to hate me for what I was going to tell him. I didn’t care if he would never show me those dimples in a smile. His strong emotions of anger gave him an edge to me.

“How do you know about my condition?” he asks in a low voice. Lucky for him, the only table available when I entered was the one by the window, the table beside it occupied by a grown up couple and the ones to its front and back by a college student absorbed in her laptop and the other a man reading the paper. Basically we were surrounded by people who couldn’t care much. The girls that recognized him were not in hearing distance for normal talk but they definitely saw us together. That was enough for me-especially that we were by the window where people from the outside could see us.

“Listen to this,” I say, taking out my iPhone and plug the earphones in, handing it to him.

He raises his eyes brows questioningly and I shove it in his hands. He sighs and sticks the earphone buds in his ears as I press play. Knowing exactly what he would hear.

“Blair…,” Erin would say my name.

“Yeah?” I would reply.

“Did I say that Harry-has-amnesia? Which is going to drive me nuts now because I don’t know what to do about it especially because I gave that last push to it, I basically made it happen.” That was the killer blow and I knew that Harry heard every word of it as his eyes grew wide, looking at me.