Harry Styles - Gangster Washing Up pt.2
I didn’t tell Fred that Harry had stopped by and asked me out. I didn’t want to worry him, so when I walked down looking ready for a date night Fred’s eyebrows shot up as I walked into the kitchen.
“What you so dressed up for?” He asked, sipping his tea. I smoothed out the fitted black dress, adjusting the neckline.
“Do I look bad?” I asked, smoothing out my curled hair. He shook his head in response. “I’m just...going dancing with the girls, a nice night out.” That seemed plausible.
He cocked one eyebrow, thinking my story over. “Well...be safe and have fun, any issues come get me.” I nodded and waved goodbye, stepping outside.
It was a few minutes before Harry was due to pick me up, so I fixed my make up a little in a near by car window and waited for my ride. My eyes bulged as I saw Harry’s car pull around the corner, looking recently washed and stunning as usual. The window was rolled down, his hand dangling out the opening with a cigarette hanging from his fingers. He pulled up close by, getting out and throwing the bud into the street before settling his eyes on me.
My heart raced as he wandered up to me. He looked stunning, his pressed black trousers fitting him perfectly with a matching suit jackets and tie. His shirt was white and crisp. He stood before me, eyes trailing over me.
“You look beautiful.” He hummed, grasping my hand and tenderly kissing the back of it.
I blushed and looked up at him. “So do you.” His cheeks tinged red before he coughed awkwardly.
“Your carriage awaits.” He winked, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me over to the expensive car. He opened the door for me, waiting whilst I got settled before slamming the car shut.
“Y/N.” I screamed out as someone spoke from behind me. I turned around to see a familiar face, one of Harry’s men, Alby. “Jesus! Didn’t meant to scare you love.”
Harry got in and turned to me. “Sorry, I had to bring him...heats been on me a little lately.” I gulped and looked down. “Hey, don’t worry we’ll have a nice evenin’, he won’t be here the whole time.”
I nodded and he pulled away. The car ride was silent, awkwardness filling the air. I had hoped that Harry and I would be alone, that I could ask him all sorts of questions and we’d have a truly romantic night. That image seemed to be slipping away from me, and I wondered if I was to fall for him if it would always be like this. Always having “heat” on him.
I saw Harry glance at me, I knew he knew that he’d messed up our first date already. He pulled up to his club, Alby and him got out at the same time and Harry opened the door for me. I smiled and adjusted to skirt of my dress, Harry’s hand landing on my back again as we skipped the que and walked straight in.
The place was packed, Harry greeting various people as we walked through to a small table in the corner of the room. The band played an upbeat tune, body’s swaying on the large dance floor as girls and guys alike had fun. Harry pulled out a chair for me, dismissing Alby who had followed us to the table. He sat close by, I suppose that would do as far as privacy.
Harry sat down next to me, his knee brushing against mine. A waiter approached with two glasses of champagne on his tray, placing them down along with a napkin and bidding a good night.
I stared at the glass. “I wouldn’t poisen you on the first date, usally do that on the fifth.” Harry joked, pushing the glass closer to me.
I giggled. “I’ve not had champagne in a while, can’t remember what it taste like.” I cautiously brought the rim to my lips, letting the sweet drink pour into my mouth and humming gently. Harry was smirking at me, sipping his own drink.
“So your brother tells me your a typist, down at those big companies sort of place.” He smiled, seemingly genuinely interested in my work.
“Anything to get out of London.” I sighed.
Harry cocked his head. “What’s wrong with London?” He asked.
I shrugged casually. “Just want to see more of the world, I have dreams of doing more than pushing a pram around.” He was staring at me intensely. “I just haven’t quite figured out those dreams yet.” I chuckled.
“Where would you go then?” He asked, eyes gazing off to the band who had just started a new set.
I pondered for a moment. “I walked past the travel agents the other day and had a look in the window, Rome looks nice, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” I dreamily said. “I looked at the price and thought sod it, garlic bread from the store will do.”
Harry tilted his head back and laughed loudly, causing a few peoples head to turn and look at us. “I like that, yeah.” He finished off his drink.
We sat in silence for a moment, listening contently to the band playing. “Where would you go?” I asked.
He snapped out of his trance and looked at me. “Been to Paris once already,” my eyes widened. “I want to see America, what they can offer me.”
I frowned. “Not everywhere has to offer you something, can’t you just see?”
He cracked a crooked smile. “No point in going if there’s nothing for you there.” I frowned harder and finished my drink. Almost immediately a waiter came and handed me another drink, Harry politely declining.
“Agree to disagree.” I hummed, sipping my next drink. “What was Paris like?”
I leant my head in my hand, looking at him dreamily. “It was beautiful, the Eifle Tower, the Notre Dame, the food. Everyone walked everywhere, hardly any cars. The shops were expensive, just how I like it.” He bragged gently, making me smile. I sipped on my drink, the bubbling liquid making me feel more and more relaxed with each sip.
“That sounds amazing.” I dreamily sighed, leaning back in my chair a little. I finished off my second glass and another was placed in front of me quickly. “Tell me your earliest memory.” I smiled lazily.
His eyes became fond with a memory. “We had this cat, Mog, and she used to curl with me at night. Adored that creature...went missing during one of blitz though, haven’t seen it in years.” He said sadly. He quickly composed himself, turning his body once again to face me. “What’s yours?”
I smiled. “There’s a sweetshop right outside Convent Garden, oldest one in London apparently. Me and my brother would get the tube there every Friday and buy sweets with the pocket money dad gave us.” I smiled.
“What sweets?” He declined another drink from a waiter.
“Sherbet Lemons.” I grinned. “The best.”
He chuckled. “Hurt your teeth though.”
I scoffed. “You aren’t supposed to chew it!”
He scooted even closer to me, his face a few centimetres away from mine. “No? How am I meant to get the sherbitty bit?”
I gulped. “By being patient.” He moved closer. “By working at it.”
He hummed, his eyes focused on my lips. He wasn’t listening to anything I was saying, just looking at my lips. The music in the background was upbeat, the corner of my eye capturing people swaying to the beat, but my eyes stayed on Harry. He cautiously moved forward, his nose brushing hers before his lips finally landed gently on mine.
The kiss was slow, lips moving against mine as a steady romantic pace, we were in no rush. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, eyes sparkling at me. He cheekily smiled at me, pulling back.
His eyes flicked down to his watch. “I should get you back.”
My eyes dropped. “In-case I forget later, I had a wonderful night.”
His cheeks tinged red before he stood up, mumbling something under his breath I didn’t catch.
