Destinate Chapter 3
A/N: Hello everyone! I’d like to thank everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged this story, it means a lot! In this chapter, things heat up a little and you actually get to see the chemistry between y/n and Harry. Hope you enjoy! x P.S please message me about any questions or comments about the story so far, I love talking to you cool cats!
Synopsis: Your best friend sets you up on a blind date and you begrudgingly agree to go after having a messy breakup a year prior. This is the story of how you learn to trusts yourself enough to feel again in the face of a coincidental romantic opportunity.
Chapter 3
“Stop,” he said, turning his body to face you from his spot in the passenger seat.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking. I can hear you overthinking.”
Were you really that transparent? Harry had known you for less than an hour and he was already able to pinpoint that your unavoidable habitat was overthinking.
“’M not,” you mumbled defensively.
“Are too.”
“How do you know? You wouldn’t on account of you just met me” You said as you drove around Oxford circus.
“Crease,” he replied and you turned to look at him when you stopped at a red light.
“Crease?”
“When you finally laughed at the restaurant, before your incredible storm-off,” he scoffed and shook his head a little, “your face was relaxed. And right now there’s a crease right here.”
He brought his hand up to your face. You figured he’d lightly poke at the said crease, but he put his palm on your cheek and with his thumb, he delicately soothed your forehead. You couldn’t help but close your eyes for a second and lean into his touch.
“And line,” he whispered.
When you opened your eyes he was close enough that you could see the different hues of green in his.
“Line?” You whispered back, and he brought his other hand to your cheek.
“You pressed your lips together into a line,” he said, looking down and tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.
You moved your head slightly closer to his and just as he started to lean in too the car behind you started honking. You both jumped and Harry let go of you while you put your hands back on the wheel.
“Oi, move the fucking car!” The driver behind you yelled and you stepped on the gas.
You took a glance at the rearview mirror to look at the car behind you when you saw that your skin was flushed. God, you hadn’t even kissed yet and you were already blushing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry pinching his bottom lip in between his forefinger and thumb. The same thumb that had been playing with your bottom lip only moments before…
You could feel the tension but you were driving and Harry was being distracting and there was nothing you could do! You cleared your throat and he turned to look at you.
“You know in America everyone thinks you Brits are the epitome of kindness and courtesy when in reality you’re all a bunch of sarcastic, rude potty mouths,” you said as you turned a corner in the search of a restaurant.
“Oi!”
“It only hurts because it’s true! But you’ve got the sexy accents to balance it so don’t complain.”
“You think my accent is sexy?”
Of course that was his takeaway from that sentence. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for a response.
“Huh? What?” You played dumb and kept your eyes on the road.
“You just said you think my accent is sexy,” Harry repeated as he leaned on his armrest closest to you.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Must be hearing things. It’s the hunger I think,” you held your ground.
“You’re right I think it’s the hunger too,” he whispered in your ear and you felt a stirring in your lower stomach. His lips barely grazed your ear when you yelled.
“There! We’re here!” You heavily stepped on the brakes and you heard Harry oomph as he shot forward a bit and the seatbelt held him in place. Harry looked as you pointed at a little restaurant tucked in a corner. You’d been at this place loads of times and you loved it.
“Reimi?”
“Yup, we’re going to Reimi’s,” you said as you parked the car out on the street.
“And getting the hell out of this car,” you mumbled.
Harry climbed out and as you were grabbing your purse, he opened your door.
“You don’t have to do this,” you said as you took his outstretched hand and climbed out of the car.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” he replied, still holding your hand and pulling you to him while he closed the car door. You slipped your hand out of his and walked backward until your back hit the car. Harry stepped closer to you and just slightly pressed his body into yours.
“I’ve got a question for ya,” he said, looking down at your lips and bringing his hand back up to play with his bottom lip, “because you’re very hard to read.”
“What is it?” You asked, your voice wavering a little. You were a little worried, Harry seemed serious and you had no idea what his question could be.
“Do you think my accent is sexy?” He asked and you burst out laughing. You had no idea why you were laughing so hard but you couldn’t stop. Harry was laughing too and you leaned on him to steady yourself.
“Valid question! You never answered!” He said in between giggles and you tried breathing slowly to control your laughing. You managed to stop but there was still a big smile on your face. You saw you still had a hand on Harry’s shoulder. You looked up at him and he was watching you intently.
“I do,” you whispered and moved your hand further back until your fingers found Harry’s hair. You began playing with the short strands and when Harry closed his eyes you couldn’t resist - you pulled lightly on his hair and heard a small moan make its way out from his throat.
He opened his eyes and his pupils were blown wide; there was only a sliver of emerald lining them. He put a hand on your waist and strengthened his grip and you knew that if he didn’t let up soon you’d have a bruise tomorrow. With his other hand, he raked his fingertips up your leg. He was about to sneak his hand under your dress to continue upward when he heard you moan a little. He stopped teasing you with his fingertips but he pulled your bottom half flush with his, with the hand gripping your waist, and rested his forehead on yours.
“If we don’t get in the restaurant right now we won’t have food for dinner,” he whispered and you were about to laugh but then you remembered everything you’d said back at the restaurant. You told him this wouldn’t be another Carolina, that you weren’t that kind of girl, that you weren’t a one night stand and here you were riling him up in the middle of the street on a Friday night. That’s when you realized that you had been stupefied by his charm and that Harry was trouble. You pushed away from him and he let go of your waist.
“Closes at 10,” you said, a bit harsher than you’d meant to. You walked to the restaurant without looking back, trying to get your wits back so that you wouldn’t totally surrender to Harry.
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