Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 46

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran (i was listening to this until to the frickle frackle part tho) i thought it fit well idk

(warning this chapter contains sexual content. if you feel uncomfortable reading it, please skip that part. the whole chapter is not smut so yeah okay enjoy)

also i was supposed to make a christmas special but idk... i have some ideas but christmas is way too soon. do you want me to write it anyway even though it mght not be up for christmas? please tell me in the comments thank you ily xx

I've waited for Sydney to show up for at least half a hour. It's freezing cold outside, it's snowing a lot. I'm shivering and I try to bury myself further into the coat that I put on. New York is very cold today.

Yes, we left Philadelphia. We are going back to England tomorrow afternoon. I am truly going to miss my father but he promised he'll visit us. He also told me that he liked Sydney. "She's a keeper", he told me and patted my back. "Don't let her slip away", he said. And I have no intention to.

I reach for the pocket of the coat and check my phone to see no new messages. Where the hell is she? What is taking her so long?

She came here before I did, to New York I mean. She booked a hotel for us, of course I gave her money. I got some extra cash from the work I did. I came here right after work, I've been standing here since.

I rub my hands together, bring them in front of my mouth and blow hot air and rub them together again. I swear if she's not coming in the next 10 minutes I will go inside all by myself.

A taxi stops in front of me and I look to the backseat as someone opens the door. Sydney steps out in a black, long winter coat. She has skin coloured thights and black heels on. "Aren't you freezing?", I ask and walk towards her, taking a hold of her hand. "What do you think?", she answers with a chuckle and her teeth start clattering together. She links her arm with mine and we walk in the restaurant I had made a reservation.

"Hello, how may I help you?", A waiteress asks.

"I have a reservation under the name Styles", I say. Sydney lays her head on my shoulder and watches the employee look through some sort of notebook.

"Oh yes, follow me", she says and me and Sydney follow her to a table in the middle of the room. We take our seats and the waiter takes another notebook from her pocket and asks us what we'd like to drink. "Bring a bottle of the best wine you have", I say and Sydney turns to look at me with her brows raised. I smile at her as the waiter writes it down. "Here are the menus, I will be back in a few", the waiter tells us and Sydney thanks her.

"Harry are you out of your mind?", Sydney whispers.

"What do you mean?"

"A bottle of the best wine they have?", she looks at me with slightly wider eyes. "That must cost a fortune!"

"Don't worry, this night is on me", I say and she turns to look back at the menu. "I would like for you to repay someway, though.", I wink at her and her eyes grow wide again and her cheeks turn slightly red. I chuckle at her and she looks up at me. She bites her lip and looks away again. She takes her coat off and I can't help but stare at her. The dress is red and low cut. She seems to notice this and she then clears her throat. "Is there something wrong with my dress? It's too much, isn't it? Oh my-"

"No", my voice comes out higher than I intended. "No", I repeat but with a much, much lower voice which makes her let out a little giggle. "It's... Wow, just amazing", I tell her and turn to look at my menu again. "You look wonderful", I say one last time and see her looking up at me even though I'm not tearing my stare from the menu.