HARRY and I stumbled out of the club, letting our laughter flow into the open los angeles streets. He held onto my hand as we walked along the sidewalk, continuing on our conversation.
"I should probably text my friends and let them know where I am." I told Harry, looking up at him. He nodded and turned his focus back into the black street in front of him, making sure nobody was trying to take a picture of the two of us.
"What are their names?" harry asked me as i pulled out my phone from my bag. "Victoria, Mikey and Troye." I answered as I opened up the group text that my best friends and I all made together.
"Victoria... Monét?" Harry asked me. "Yeah! I've produced a lot of her music and I help her write songs." I replied cheerfully.
"No way! I knew you were a producer but I had no idea you helped out with her music. That's amazing." Harry complimented. I blushed slightly and shrugged off his compliment, the same way he did to mine earlier.
Harry and I came to a small little cafe tucked in an alleyway and he lead me inside. It was an adorable french cafe, decorated in all shades of pink.
"I figured you'd like this." Harry smiled, pointing to my pink dress that I wore. "This place is so fucking cute." I gushed, admiring the tiny little cafe.
Harry and I took a seat in the corner table, and I set my phone down and typed a quick text in the group chat while Harry read over the cafes menu.
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blair waldorf hi guys! don't worry i'm with harry styles right now lol ❤️
troye bolton bitch what???
vic better poke a hole in that condom
troye bolton chile.. anyways..
mikey poo where are you two now?
blair waldorf in this cute lil cafe. i'm all good. i'll text you with updates and when i come home
vic okay babe ily
blair waldorf ily more mom
baby troye bye queen ❤️
blair waldorf bye king hehe
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I set down my phone and turned my attention back to Harry, who was still focused on the menu in front of him. I rubbed my hands over my bare and exposed arms, freezing. Harry felt my stare on him and snapped his head up to look at me.
He immediately noticed I was shivering slightly and tugged off the jacket of his suit, leaving just his tight white button up shirt. He slid the jacket across the tiny table that separated us and insisted that I wore it.
"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly, placing my hands on top of the soft and warm fabric of his suit jacket.
"Take it, please." he replied, pushing it off of the tiny table and onto my lap. I giggled slightly and draped it over me shoulders, sliding the menu to face me instead of him.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Harry looking at me with a lopsided grin, clearly enjoying how I challenged him. "What do you want?" I asked Harry, bring my focus back up to him after deciding what I wanted.
"A croissant. You?" he asked, his voice growing deeper and huskier. "Me too." I replied quietly, pulling out my wallet. Harry snatched it out of my hand with a dramatic gasp, placing his hand over his mouth.
"No! Let me pay." he exclaimed, putting my wallet back into my bag. "Harry, I can pay for myself. It's okay." I laughed, trying to pull the wallet back out. He took my bag and placed it next to him, making it unable for me to take it back.
"I want to. Call it a celebratory croissant." he replied with a toothy grin, his dimple poking out of his left cheek even more. I gave into Harrys request as he waved the waitress over, wanting her to take our order.
"Hi, how can I help you?" she asked shyly, clearly recognizing Harry. "Hello, can I have two croissants, please?" Harry replied gently, trying to ease the waitresses nerves.
He had such a gentle soul, and cared so deeply about others. in just the few hours that i had been with harry, I felt like i had known him my whole life. the waitress nodded slightly and walked into the back of the cafe, grabbing our food.
"She was so adorable." I replied, turning my attention back to harry. "I wish she wasn't so shy. I would love to talk to her." Harry explained with sad eyes. I could tell how much he cared about his fans, and how much they meant to him.
I placed my hands on top of his, which rested on the metal table, and began twisting the rings on his fingers.
"I like your rings." I complimented quietly, staring at each one deeply. He noticed me staring at one in particular, the rose one. He slid the rose ring off of his finger and placed it in my hand, balling up my fist and pushing it to my chest.
"Take it." he commanded. His eyes stared into mine, his flashing a beautiful bright green when the light hit them.
"And don't say no this time! You've kept me company tonight, and it's the least I can do." Harry replied quickly, sensing what I was about to reply with. I laughed slightly and placed the ring onto my right hand, beginning to blush.
"You're fucking blushing!" he laughed, pointing his long finger at my face.
"Blushing my ass." I joked quietly, but still loud enough that Harry could hear me. Our laughs blended together before Harry cracked another one of his corny jokes.
"It's okay, Blair. I know it's hard to resist all of this." Harry joked, running his hands down his body, followed with an over dramatic eye roll.
That's the thing. The joke was really on me, because he was right. I couldn't resist all of that.
