Freak like Me (Harry Styles)

Two

A/n: Hope everyone is having a great day!

Chapter 2

Later that night my mother suggested we go dinner which is unusual but she did say she's going to spend time with me.

Dinner with my mom is just dinner. No need to impress her or get dolled up so I wear something casual, black skinny jeans and a pink T Shirt that says "Its not me, it's you" yeah yeah cheesy, I like things like that. Even though I'd consider myself a good person I have a bratty side and it's my favorite side.

My mother comes out of her room wearing a tight black dress that hugs her slim waist and clings to her wide hips.

"Wait, is this a fancy dinner?" I ask, watching her clip her earring on.

"Not really. Don't worry sweetie you look great." She replies without even glancing at me.

There is no way I'm going to dinner looking like this if my mom looks like that.

"I'm just gonna change-"

"No time, let's go." My mother drags me out of the room.

The walk to the restaurant is short but beautiful. The sun is setting and the twinkling lights of the city begin to shine.

A couple passing us hold hands and laugh at whatever they're saying to each other. I can't help but imagine myself walking around at this hour with Harry. If only he'd hold my hand and walk with me the whole night. Then maybe we'd walk back to the hotel and he'd invite me in to his room and tell me he had fun and then he'd grab me and hold me tight and kiss me until my tongue falls off. Then he'd start touching me all over, squeezing whatever he can to get closer. Slowly he'd move his fingers lower and lower and he whispers in me ear "you want me?" And I'd say "Yes Daddy" then he'd slip his fingers into my-

"Caroline, pick up the pace. We're already late to my meeting with Mr.Styles." I snap out of my thoughts with burning cheeks and notice how far ahead my mom was. Not too far but far enough to tell me to catch up.

I begin to jog over to her when I process what she just said. "Hold on, meeting? With Harry?"

"Yes, sweetie." I should've known it was a work thing. A regular dinner with my mom is unheard of. Although it's expected I still feel a bit betrayed. One, because I thought it would just be us and two, I would have definitely changed if I knew Harry was coming. I guess I'll just have to work with what I got. "It's this one."

My mother turns the corner and of course We're met with a high class restaurant. Women in their nice dresses and men in fitting suits go in and out. A line of people goes down the cobblestone street, all waiting to hear their names for entrance.

I should have fucking changed.

My mother and I walk passed the line getting all kinds of looks from the impatient people.

"I'm sorry ma'am, there's a line-"

"I'm in the Styles party. Bernice Miller." The host flips through his reservation book and scans down the pages for our reservation.

"Ah, my apologies Mrs. Miller. This way." He pivots on his feet and opens the huge, brown, glass door and leads us in.

Inside is something straight from a movie. The lights are dim above each table. Everyone is dressed nicely with a cloth napkin to protect from a mess that they're too conscious about to make. There's light jazz playing behind the sound of dishes clinking, food sizzling, and everyone's voice that blends together. There are a lot of people but I'd say about a quarter of the tables are empty and set for the next party. Why is there's such a huge line if there are so many tables?

I spot Harry a few tables down by the other end of the restaurant. Once I lay eyes on him I immediately feel embarrassed. He's dressed in a blue suit that reminds me of the sky and a white button up.

As we get closer he stands up and runs a hand over his suit to flatten any creases. The host extends his arm signaling us to sit in the already pulled out chairs and leaves.

"Bernice, nice to see you. Caroline what a surprise. I'm glad you decided to join your mother." He smirks. I know he's referring to our talk this morning. I should feel giddy that he made an inside joke but the feeling of embarrassment over powers it. On top of thinking it was just me and my mom and being under dressed, I come to find that I wasn't even invited in the first place.

I don't know what to say so I just smile and nod which I'm sure I look like a fool for doing.

My mother wastes no time and begins talking about construction and designs and blah blah blah. I look down at my menu so I don't feel so awkward. Everything is basically steak, fish and salad and none of the items have a price. What kind of restaurant doesn't have prices on the menu?

My eyes wander off the menu and on to Harry's hands. He moves them slightly when he talks. His fingers are long and thick decorated in gold rings. His knuckles and veins are prominent and strong and the little cross tattoo between his thumb and index finger adds mystery to my thoughts. How many tattoos does he have? His arm and chest are littered with the attractive black ink.

"So Caroline, what do you do in your free time?" Harry asks. I look up at the rest of his gorgeousness to answer.

"I-"

"She plays tennis. She's moving up to Varsity this year." My mother proudly states. My mother is obsessed with sports, I've overheard her talk about how she wants a son to play football. Unfortunately, my mom and dad separated before that could happen.

"Tennis? That's interesting." Harry responds. I probably look like a nerd. Who plays tennis? I should've joined soccer or volleyball or something cool. I guess her answer was better than mine though. I would've said makeup or fashion, I don't have many hobbies.

"She's the star of her high school team." The word high school struck a nerve of mine. I know Harry knows I'm in high school but I don't want him to think I'm just a little girl.

"Yeah, my senior year. Last year."

Why the fuck would I say that!? That was so weird!

I look back down at the menu trying to act cool and not be a loser.

My mom takes over the conversation and they talk about the restaurant they're working on.