Perpetual

Chapter 12

Selena's POV

"Oh, my God." I gushed while chuckling as Harry stopped the car in front of the place. "Harry, are you kidding me?"

Harry just took me to the most expensive restaurant here in Los Angeles.

Cut. A steakhouse.

"No, I'm not, my love." Harry chuckles as he turned the ignition off.

"Oh, my God. Never in my life have I ate here." I stated, smiling widely as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"I once ate here with... erm..." Harry trailed off and seemed uncomfortable. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who?" I asked, getting a bit inquisitive. "Tell me. I won't get mad or anything." I said, placing my hand on top of his.

Harry looked up at me and our eyes met again. "I... once took Kendall here." He confessed, his eyes filled with guilt and remorse.

My heart dropped a bit but it doesn't mean I hate him but upset because of all these years, he just decided to take me here today. I sighed and brushed the jealous thought away from my mind and squeezed Harry's hand.

"It's fine, Harry. Kendall's my friend and it was a long time ago and -" I started but Harry cut me off.

"Maybe I should take to to another -"

"No, no. It'll be fine if we eat here. It seems delicious here." I said, cringing a but when I felt my kids kick. "Plus, our youngsters our starving too." I joked, trying to enlighten the mood.

Harry cracked a smile before leaning against the console and pressed his lips against mine. "I'm so sorry, Selena." He said as we pulled back.

I nodded. "You don't have to say that. It's fine." I said, "I love you." I smiled.

Harry smiled back and took my hand, "I love you, Selly." He said before pressing his lips to my knuckles.

"Okay. Let's go, then. We can't ruin our night because of the past." I said, pecking his cheek once before hopping off the car.

I hung the strap of my purse on my elbow as I waited for Harry to come near me. I fixed my dress a bit and pulled my hair back as it covers my face. I jimoed slightly when I felt an arn snake around my waist. I looked up and saw it was just Harry. I sighed in relief.

"Sorry, babe." He whispered, squeezing my waist softly as we walked towards the entrance of the resto.

"Do you have any reservations, Sir?" A male asked, a smile on his face.

Harry nodded. "Yes. A reservation for Styles." He said, smiling back at the bloke.

The guy nodded and scanned his monitor before looking back up. "Please follow me, Sir and Ma'am."

We did as told. Once we walked in, the smell of grilled steak filled my nose. The aroma is just so starving. I rub my bump with my free hand as my other hand was intertwined with Harry's. This restaurant is so fancy. Oh, goodness.

"This way, Sir." The guy spoke again as we entered a cold room with only one table and a candle light.

I think my jaw just fell on the floor. Harry helped me sit on my seat and sat on his own chair. The guy begun to speak again, not giving me a chance.

"Will here, will be your waiter tonight." The guy said, smiling at the both of us before walking off.

I smiled at Harry as looked at me. "This is freaking amazing."

Harry chuckled while shaking his head before looking up at the waiter, Will. "What's the chef's recherché, for tonight?" He asked, a smile on his face.