Hiding Place - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Part Fourteen

He looked amazing.

His curls were neat, and he was wearing and simple, navy blue button up with the top buttons un-buttoned, showing his usual necklaces and too-tempting collar bones.

Damn, he’s sexy.

His outfit wasn’t what made him look amazing though, it was the huge smile plastered on his face. It could brighten an entire room, and I’ve quickly learned it was one of my favourite things about him.

I hear all the boys giggle as they close the door behind me, leaving me and Harry alone.

He walked towards me smiling, me smiling back just as brightly, and took my hands in his “You look beautiful, Penelope.”

I blushed a little bit, and smiled up at him “Thank you, you too Harry.”

We stood staring at each other for a moment, and then Harry smirked, “You’re really short you know.”

I gasped, “Am not! I’m over 5 feet! That’s not short.” I laughed hitting his chest lightly.

He laughed along with me, and then led me over to the little table set up beside the pool. Harry pulled my chair out for me and I thanked him, sitting down.

It was all very romantic looking. There were tons of mini tea-light candles floating in the pool, and larger ones on the table and in random places on the patio. The sun was nearly set, so candles made it very romantic.

There was a huge bouquet of assorted flowers on the table and Harry pointed them out, “Those are for you, I didn’t know what kind you liked so I got everything.”

I leaned in and smelled them. Flowers are honestly my favourite, so I liked any kind.

“I love them, they’re pretty.” I assured him.

We chatted for a bit, getting to know each other and what the others life was like. Harry’s life was so much more exciting than mine, it was almost overwhelming.

Soon we were interrupted by Zayn; he had put on a suit and bow and slicked his hair back looking like a waiter.

Both Harry and I burst out laughing and we could tell Zayn was trying to hold back both a grimace and a laugh. Once we stopped laughing he poured us some wine and told us dinner would be ready soon. Not long after, Zayn came back out with Liam and with our dinner.

“Thanks guys” Harry said when they left.

Over top of us, Niall played guitar on one of the bedroom balconies.

“Sorry this is so cheesy.” Harry blushed.

I giggled, “No no! I like it, it’s perfect. I like cheese.” I winked at him. He laughed, and we ate.