Your POV
I sighed happily, loving when my classes ended early and I had the rest of the day to myself. Usually I would go to our cafe but I didn't feel like going there today, maybe I could get my nails done and sit in the big comfy massage chair. Or maybe I could call up the local spa and have an actual massage. Or maybe....my thoughts were halted when I saw him standing there, I blinked my eyes a couple of times trying to see if my mind was playing tricks on me. He looked truly beautiful, in a tattered rock band tee and his tight black skinny jeans. He brown boots and aviator sunglasses made him look breath taking. My favorite part of him was his long beautiful brown hair, so long and flowy. Made me want to run my fingers through it, I knew he spotted me when he blew the smoke out of his mouth and tossed the cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear I took the careful steps to make my way to him. He watched my every move, even behind those dumb sunglasses I could tell that he was watching me. Once I took the final steps to be right in front of him did he acknowledge me.
"Hello", he greeted.
"Hi", I answered back.
"I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to know if you wanted to grab lunch", he smiled a toothy grin at me.
"Ok. I'm up for it", I smiled up at him.
He smiled back leading the way to wherever he wanted to go, I kept sneaking glances at him to make sure he was real. Actually to make sure he was still standing next me to, he never left my thoughts and it was unreal to me that he was standing next to me taking me out to eat. I heard my name being called several times, I knew it was Sophia and Perrie. I chose to ignore it, letting them enter my process of getting to know Harry would only complicate things more. It was easier to keep outsiders out of it, I did turn to look at them and wave. Trying to give them a hint that I was fine and to leave me alone, I heard Harry chuckle next to me.
"Friends", he peeked next to me.
"You could say that", I shrugged and continued to walk next to him.
"I hope you don't mind the walk, if we take the train it will take longer", he explained.
"I don't mind", I smiled at him.
On the way to the cafe is when we started to get to know each other, how his parents even though they were wealthy supported him in whatever he decided to do. They were paying for him to go to the Pratt Institute so he could study art. How he wanted to open a gallery soon, he had so many pieces of art he didn't know what to do with so he has a friend who will let him rent a space for him to do so. He asked about me and my family, I told him and figured it was kind of funny we were exchanging pleasantries now and not at lunch making me wonder what we were going to talk about at lunch. I didn't care though, cause any time I got with him was enough for me. Soon we arrived to the restaurant he wanted to eat at, opening the door for me he gestured for me to enter.
"Thank you", I giggled.
"You hungry", he smiled as he took off his sunglasses allowing me to finally gaze into his light green eyes.
"Starving".
