Love Me [Harry Styles]

39.

"Can't lose you, can't help it. I'm so sorry, I'm so selfish.."

Dani's POV

I felt numb; not sure of where this opportunity can lead me. Hosting fashion shows, maybe, continuing to write for bigger magazines, or best-case scenario - my own fashion line. I thought working for Modest! was the best thing to happen for me, but now that I've been given such an alternative, is this what I want? What if I fall in love with this job and decide not to come back? What if I let Harry down?

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" My voice coming out shaky yet put together.

I curiously waited for the door to open. It creaked slightly, a dozen white roses peeking through.

"Harry?" I asked, now standing up and walking to the door. He shyly stepped inside, handing me the flowers.

"Thank you," I breathed, taking in the scent of the roses as I kissed the edge of his lips.

"Is my hard worker done? I'm starting to get very jealous of your keyboard," he said, our faces extremely close as he kissed my cheek. His hands were behind his back as he gave me the cutest smile that made me forget why I was upset in the first place.

"All done," I said as I walked to grab my purse, the flowers secured in my hands.

"Let's go home then, yeah? Figured you can take a nap," he said, grabbing my free hand as I shut off the lights to my tiny office, locking the door.

"Me? The both of us, baby," I said as I slightly tugged on his hand, making him stop and face me.

"Of course. You good? What'd Monique talk to you about?" he asked, cupping my face in his large hands.

"Nothing important really," I murmured, kissing his palm.

"You tell me if anything, baby. We're good right?"

"Yes, Haz,"

"That's my girl."

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"Harry, baby, baby," I whispered into his ear, shaking him slightly. He'd been sleeping for around 3 hours and I woke up just about an hour ago to get ready for our dinner date.

"Mmm? What happened? You smell heavenly," he said, his eyes closed as a lazy smiled crept onto his beautiful lips.

"I just got ready baby. It's 7 pm I thought we should head out to eat soon, I'm kinda hungry."

His eyes shot open as he looked at me, then skimmed my body.

"Wow," he breathed, "what a fucking sight to wake up to, baby girl."

I giggled, "go get ready, I'm going to finish up my hair right now," I whispered, nudging him softly as he nodded.

"I'll be ready in 15. Does Capital Grille sound good? Made reservations a while ago but dunno, if you want somethin' else?"

"Sounds good,"

"You okay? You've been awfully close to me since our cuddle session," he called out.

"Yeah, just wanna be with you, is that not allowed?" I asked, sad that he had no idea and not knowing how to tell him.

"D, there's nothing more I ask for in this world than you, you should know that, 'mm?"

"I do know, I know it so well."

"Do you mind if I wear sandals? My feet are killing me," I frowned, thinking back to when I left Harry's house and walked all the way to the hotel, leaving permanent scars on my feet. I felt at ease that Harry still had no idea, though.

"Love anything you have on, baby," he called out from his closet.

"Long as I get to take it all off at the end of the night," he said, smirking at me as he walked towards me. His hair was down in soft curls along with his fedora. A black long sleeve, and black jeans, obviously.

"Oh my gosh I love your hat! You're so cute," I giggled, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Riiiiight, cute." He said as he gripped my waist, pulling me closer.

"I meant sexy. Very sexy, sorry," I cooed into his ear, licking his earlobe.

"Baby we're hungry, don't tempt me to do this before we even leave," he mumbled, kissing my jaw several times.

"Let's go."

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We were sitting in a tiny table as I listened to Harry's story.

"So, in my dream earlier, we were leaving off on a train and it was like-"

"Drinks?" the waiter asked, interrupting him.

I giggled as Harry's eyebrows furrowed, his confused face was priceless as he recollected himself, completely losing his train of thought. Once he saw me laughing, his face broke into a grin, whispering a low 'heyyy' as he always did.

"Beautiful laugh, by the way," the waiter chimed in, giving me a smile.

"Isn't it? I'll have a rum and coke,"

"Umm, well what are popular drinks here?" I asked, biting my lip as I tried to stifle my laugh.

"Daquiri's, mimosa's, margarita's, we serve everything,"

"I'll get a mimosa, thanks." I answered smiling up at him.

"Be right back with your drinks,"

"Huff," Harry let out, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Fuckin' scumbag he is, isn't he,"

I threw my head back laughing as his face cheeks began to show a rosy tint.

"Tellin' my girl she has a beautiful laugh. Who does he thinks he is? Dickhead,"

"You are amazing," I said in between giggles his face lighting up the slightest as he tried to bite back his smile, "you're the one that says the things that make me laugh oh so beautifully."

"I am, aren't I," he said, a smirk plastered on his face as he nodded to himself, proud of his accomplishment.

I smiled at him dreamily like an absolute idiot, and it was then that I realized I was absolutely falling for Harry Styles, more than I ever thought possible.

Author's Note

Short but I have a lot planned for this book! It's quickly coming to an end, though. Please please please vote and comment - D xx