Harry and I stepped into this quiet cafe just a few blocks away from the store we were in. I'm surprised that no one even gave him a second glace since how huge him and the lads are. We were seated near the back and had both ordered a tea to start; as I took a sip of my hot tea I caught Harry watching me. "Why are you staring at me?" I questioned instantly even though the look on his face was making me nervous. Harry shrugged it off with a shy smile, "Is it too much if I tell you how beautiful you look today?" My breath caught in my throat and I'm pretty sure he heard the gasp that my mouth let escape. Was it too forward for him to tell me that? Was he crossing the line from being co-workers? How should I respond to that? There were so many questions running through my head that I finally remembered that I hadn't even responded to his question a Harry was starting to look a little worried. What should I even say?
"Thanks Haz" I wasn't too dressed up or anything. My hair was down in its natural way. My shirt was black with a flower pattern that only reached just past my belly button and had no sleeves. As I made eye contact again with Harry he was smiling fully and I couldn't help but mirror it. He was incredible, no one really realizes how smart and witty this man actually is; they think that because he talks slow that he has to be dumb. There is never a time that when I have hung out with Harry that he hasn't made me laugh once. We understand each other even though I tease him by calling him a diva he gets me back by calling me a hippie. I actually would take that as a compliment.
We finally ordered bagels each and where happily eating and talking. "So, you start working with us in a couple days? You nervous" Harry asked after swallowing his bagel. I for some reason was super nervous. I couldn't explain why. I've been doing hair for a good couple years, I live and breath it. My mom says that it's in my blood. I nodded before I answer with a "hell yeah." Harry chuckled to my answer but looked confused. "Why are you do nervous? You have had the time to get to know us."
I finished the bagel I was eating before responding, "I don't know why I am. Maybe because I haven't done this type of job. I normally have clients that have known me since I started so, I was more comfortable. You guys are celebrities, you have to walk around with my style and pictures are being taken. What if people don't like it? Harry shook his head to that, "Dal, they will love it. The management had to agree to hire you for a reason. It isn't just because you're a pretty face." I could feel my blush rising up my next. Does Harry really think I'm pretty? I'm a confident girl normally but it makes you feel even more pretty when a man like Harry Styles calls you that. "You will do great love, don't stress out." We both smiled at each other. "You ready?"
I nodded as I grabbed my bag and stood up from the table. The car wasn't parked too far so we happily walked down the side walk talking about the interview the lads were going to in a couple days that was my first day on the job. We finally reached the car and Harry held the passenger door open for me. "Thanks you" I said before climbing into the car. Once I was in Harry shut the door and jogged in front to get to his side. As he climbed in and got settled we made eye contact again, "movie when we get back?" I agreed instantly. I have always loved curling up and watching a good movie and found that Harry was the same.
