From The Dining Table [H.S]

Better Than Words

Primrose's POV:

"You got my letter!"

"Uh- yeah, I got it a few days ago. Didn't open it until earlier." I blurt out. I'm still in disbelief that this is all happening right now. 20 minutes ago I was watching Netflix, oblivious to the fact a letter from Harry, containing his phone number was inches away from me!

"So, did you call me straight away?" Harry questions, his voice sweet and calm.

"Yeah. Well actually, your letter came a few days ago - I just never opened it. How've you been?" I ask, smacking my hand onto my head at how rude that sounded. I hope he ignores what I said, and answers my question. I've wanted to hear more about him since Jamaica. It's still a little weird to me that I'm on the phone to a man, that all I know is: I met him in Jamaica, he's called Harry Styles, and has beautiful eyes.

"I've been really good thank you, works been super busy lately for me." He begins, "but, I still found time to get those photos developed. You look beautiful in yours, Primrose." Harry compliments, and I feel my cheeks begin to blush.

"Oh, Thank you. You look good in yours too." I reply awkwardly. Why am I such a tit?!

Harry laughs at my blatant awkwardness, and I continue to fiddle the wire between my fingers.
"Haven't changed have you?" He teases.

"Where do you work?" I ask, ignoring his slightly flirtatious comment.

"Can we not talk about work, please?" Harry replies shortly, and I'm not the slightest surprised.

"Why won't you tell me anything about your life?" I question further, having slightly more confidence knowing he can't get to me through the phone.

"I will when the times right - it's complicated, that's all. How are things with your business?" Harry asks, sounding genuinely interested as to how my life is.

Does this man take me for a sucker? I'm not that stupid Harry.

"Ohhh no no no no no! If we can't talk about your work, we certainly can't talk about mine." I snap, making sure to keep the tone humoured.

"Okay okay, sorry. But, is there anything you want to talk about? I'm a great listener." Harry replies calmly.

To be honest, I don't know if he has something he wants me to tell him, but the only thing I can think of is Dan.

"Well, I haven't seen Dan since that night at the bar. He still texts me every now and then. Nothing nice though. He saw I stayed at yours that night though, he wasn't happy about that. I did reassure him we didn't sleep together." I pause, as a small rush of fear shoots up my stomach. "Oh god - we didn't sleep together did we?!" I question frantically, fearful that I lied to Dan.

"No, I promise you we didn't. Like I said in the letter, I tucked you in, made sure you were safe, then slept on the sofa." Harry reassures me.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my rushing heart beat. "I'm such an idiot, sorry." I say, humiliated at how freaked out I just got.

"Don't be, I wouldn't be sorry if I slept with someone as beautiful and amazing as you." Harry compliments, not hiding his flirting one bit.

I don't say anything - I just continue to fiddle with the wire.

Noticing I've fallen dead silent after his last remark, Harry chimes in again, attempting to change the subject. "Sorry, I'm joking. Well, not about your beauty. Or about being sorry if I slept with you, but I'm sorry I said it. Can I ask you something?"