Love Me [Harry Styles]

34.

"I just want to say you're mine, you're mine."

Dani's POV

"I...I don't think that's a good idea Harry."

I winced as his lips parted slightly, eyebrows furrowing. His jaw clenched, and he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.

"Dani..." He frowned, at a loss of words, it seems.

"Harry, it's just-"

"Why? Haven't I been able to prove myself to you?" He asked, watching me with extreme caution.

"It's not that-"

"Here ya go, hope you enjoy and let me know if I can get anythin' else for you dolls," the lady said as she placed our food on the table. I simply nodded, waiting for the perfect moment to tell him how I feel - no interruptions.

"Thank you, I think we're fine," I grimaced at Harry's now harsh tone.

After she left us, I decided I had to finish what I started.

"Harry, I don't want you to think I don't...care for you."

"Do you know how many other girls would kill to be in your spot right now?" He spit firmly.

"Oh, don't give me that," rolling my eyes, I began to cut through my food.

"Then what, Dani? I'm willing to give everything up for you, for your comfort, your compassion. Fuck, I'm so fucking desperate," he muttered, his tone softening.

"I'm not like those other girls, for one. And second, I do want to be with you. But your life, Harry, it's so different than mine. I- you can have so many others, models, singers, actresses, people who actually have talent. Not a nobody like me, I work for you for fucks sake."

His frown deepened as he stretched his hand over the table, leaving it slightly open for me to grab. I complied, needing his touch more than anything. The small space between us too much for me to even bare as I began to tell him how I truly feel. Utterly vulnerable. Once he took a hold of my hand, his thumb began to rub circles into mine, my icy cold fingers melting under his warm touch. In reality, he's everything I need and more, I just don't deserve him.

I kept my eyes on our hands, refusing to look into his eyes, for I knew the second I'd give in, I'd let him have all of me; as if he hasn't already.

"You said it yourself, you're not like the other girls. I don't want those superficial models or anythin', I just want you. You have so much more talent than all of those girls. Your drive motivates me these days, you make me want to make you proud. Who cares if you work for me? You damn well know you make enough to quit and come on the road with me, or do something else if you wanted to. You're so independent, so strong, so exemplary. I commend you for that, baby. You've managed to steal my heart without even trying, and that still scares me. Look at me, please," he pleaded as I slowly tilted my head up to face this beautiful man.

"Your eyes- your eyes. Your lips, the way you taste. They disconnect me from this world. Just give me a chance, please, before I keep ramblin' and someone catches this on tape," he said as I giggled.

Fuck it, I want this more than anyone possibly can. If he wants me too, why can't we just be happy?

"Promise me something," I said as I now stood up from my side of the booth, making my way to his side. He sat there shocked for half a second, his eyes shining bright as he scooted over.

"Anythin',"

"Don't screw me over. I beg you, don't hurt me."

He let out a breath of relief, snaking his arm around my waist and grabbing the both of my legs with his free hand, bringing them over his as he cradled me.