Where is Daddy Styles at? [EXTREME EDITING]

Chapter Eight □

..."PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE, FOR ONE GOD DAMN NIGHT!" Harry came back to the table with the photographer following him. I looked at Harry who wasn't at all happy with that man, but why was he following Harry now? "M, this guy wants and exclusive..." Harry sat back in his seat at the table. "Oh?" The man look like a tramp. His hair was messy greasy hair, his had a beer belly and his T-shirt was too small to cover it all. It kind of put me off my food, even though I haven't had any yet. "What kind of exclusive?" I asked Harry who was looking at the man in a disgusted way, "dunno ask him."

"Come on Harry, no need to me harsh." I smiled, well tried to smile at the short fat man holding a long lisened camera. "Something which will sell, you kissing or -" My mouth dropped as I looked at Harry "You disgusting man!!!" I squilled. Harry laughed "No need to be harsh." Harry winked at me with one of his cheeky smiles. "Didn't we give you an exclusive earlier?!" Harry's mood changed in seconds. "Well, I could use that but if you give me some more pictures and maybe stuff to tell the writers I'll go."

"Promise?" I said sweetly smiling. The man nodded. "Should we tell him about Christmas? Or..." No we can't tell him about Harmony. Harry wouldn't do that to himself or me, would he? "This girl is my girlfriend." Girlfriend? When did I agree to this?

The paparazzi mouth dropped. He had a goldfish face on but not for long. He got a note pad out of his pocket. He already had a good paper or two full of this about us. "So how long this be going on?" Harry looked at me and took my hand "Not long at all. Just a few days." Lie! A few minutes no, seconds more like. "How did you-"

"THIS ISN'T A INTERVIEW!!!" I almost shout at the man. A waiter was making his way over to us to take our orders. "Is everything ok over here?" My eyes started to burn as if I was going to cry... "This man is bugging us!" Harry pointed to the photographer. "I've got everything I need, good-bye for now you two love birds." The little man ran off as fast as his little legs could go down to his crappy black car.

"Are you ready for me to take your orders?" The young waiter asked. "Emm, Harry you go first." I said chocking on my own words. I didn't know why I felt like this, but it could be about me not having a say in the 'boyfriend. Girlfriend' thing. If Harry asked I would of said yes anyway. Just I didn't actually have a say it in what so ever. Yes or No.

My eyes scanned over the menu. It all looked so nice, "I'll have spaghetti please with a load of cheese on it."

"Can I have the same please but with less cheese on it. Please"I smiled to the waiter.

"Drinks?"

"Do you want some red wine?" Harry asked me I nodded smile a smile which hurt to do. What's come over me...? "I'll be back with some bread and your wine." The waiter took the menus and ran back to the restaurant. "Are you ok?" Harry could tell I wasn't myself. "I dunno... You didn't even ask?" I didn't look into Harry's eyes, I looked out to the shimmering moon reflecting off the water of the pond. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't think of anything to say. I didn't want to tell him about Harmony..." I felt Harry's warm hand touch the bottom of my chin, "I didn't want to do that to you." He turned my head to face him and look him in the eyes. Those unforgettable eyes green of his. "Will you be my girlfriend Melody?" My smile didn't seem so painful now.

"Of course I will Harry." Harry lean across the table and gave me a little peck on the lips. "That's my girl."

"Oh so I'm already your girl?" I laughed, he blushed a little. "Have you told the other boy's in your band already?!" His cheeks became more red. "No...Ok maybe I did but I was gonna ask you out anyway!"

"Do they know about Harmony?"

"Yes, I had to tell them because they wondered why I ask you out so quickly."