Dedicated to SadSmil3s for the lovely fan art above! x

Unedited for several reasons; I'm tired, I'm ill, and I'm emotionally unstable because of the X Factor performance (I shall leave a note at the bottom about this guys) so please forgive me x

HARRY WAS AN ABSOLUTE GENTLEMAN and the sneaky bugger knew it. He arrived at my home at exactly eight o'clock, looking incredibly smart in his dark jeans and white shirt. His messy hair was unruly and loose, slightly wind-swept around his beautiful face. I found myself smirking, happy it wasn't tied back so that I could run my hands through it and tug on it as much as I pleased.

You dirty bítch.

I certainly was and there was no way I was going to let us get interrupted once again. I'd suggested returning to either my place or his after our meal and I intended to continue where we'd left off during his last visit, minus something as awful as a menstrual cycle to ruin it all. This time, we were going all the damn way.

Harry escorted me out of the building like I was a princess and I couldn't help but giggle at his close proximity. I was tempted to just jump on him, right there in the street. Patience, said the voice in my mind and I knew it would be best to listen for multiple reasons; one, we were in an awfully public place and there was nothing quite as awkward as viewing public affection; two, it would probably scare Harry if I were to release my inner savage on him so early into the date and three, I was going to hump the shít out of him when we got back.

"There's this great restaurant by the Victoria Apollo Theatre called *Giraffe," Harry started and I just looked at him and waited for him to finish the pun. He liked to crack a joke every now and then and this seemed like one of them. I was baffled to find he was completely serious. "I thought we could go there? It's not too classy, not too dodgy, but more like a chilled atmosphere with lovely service."

I nodded a little too enthusiastically and he just chuckled before opening his car door to let me step in first.

The drive was short and sweet, hardly any traffic slowing us down - strange for a Saturday night, I thought. I didn't complain though; sometimes the things that made the city a city could be put to the side, especially if it were a date between Harry and I.

I loved the city and everything about it; the traffic, the noise, the people, the buzz from just walking through the streets every day. Even the small, annoying things like the slow traffic, the pests in the air and on the ground, the litter, the constant  queueing outside cinemas. I strangely loved those too - it just made the entire character of a city more intriguing. And every city had its famous landmarks, something unique about it.

"I'm paying, just so you know," Harry said suddenly as he turned the corner.

"OK," I said.

He seemed surprised. An eyebrow raised in question. "Just like that?"

It was my turn to question him. "Like what?"

"Usually when a guy tells his other half that he's going to pay for it, there is usually an argument or an ultimatum which results in the pay being split between the two. You were just ... well, cool with it."

I nodded. "There's no point starting an argument which I know you'll win. And besides, I'll pay for the next meal. How about that?"

Harry looked astonished and a baffled little chuckle escaped his lips. "You're incredible, Jane."

I smiled to myself for two reasons; he'd called me incredible and his 'other half' in one conversation. I wanted to scream for joy and lay a smooch on him. Obviously I didn't for safety reasons.

Harry must have circled the area four times before we finally found a parking spot and I was relieved to step out of the car and into the fresh air. I inhaled the aroma of the restaurant we stood before, Giraffe, and I found myself giggling at the name, remembering how I'd anticipated Harry's words to be part of a joke.

"It is actually a real place," I muttered. 

I heard another laugh from beside me and an arm snake around my waist. "It certainly is. Wait until you taste the food. The beer-battered cod is amazing."

I just said, "I believe you," before he gently tugged me into the building. Inside was rather dark, the small lantern-like shades hanging from the ceiling providing minimal but just enough light for customers to see and enjoy their meals. The place was rather busy except for one single table towards the bar. Harry tapped the shoulder of a nearby waiter and asked for the reservation booking before we were led to that very vacancy, Harry pulling out the chair for me to sit down and I thanked him with the largest smile before he sat down opposite me, our waiter handing us two menus and asking what we would like to drink.

"Wine?" Harry asked me and I nodded. He just chuckled and told the waiter, "Red wine it is, then."

Red wine, I thought, he's spoiling you already.

"I see what you meant about this place being not too classy yet not too boring," I laughed as I looked around. The atmosphere was all-round joyous, all the customers smiling, laughing or deep in conversation. It was lovely and there was something slightly sexy about the dimmed lighting and pristine layout. "I like it already."

"It's one of those great little finds," Harry admitted as he looked around. "I found it a couple years back after the theatre and I just couldn't get it out my mind afterwards. I'm pretty sure I'm now classed as a regular."

I just laughed. "It's definitely somewhere I'll visit again."

"Great! Don't forget to invite me," Harry teased and I simply rolled my eyes. Of course you'll be invited, you daft bugger. "What are you thinking on having?"

I shrugged as I allowed my eyes to scan over the various dishes. All of them seemed to call out to me and hell, I was so tempted to ask for a bit of everything. I had to control myself though; I didn't want to end up too stuffed for there to be nothing to look forward to afterwards. I glanced at Harry momentarily and allowed every dirty thought I'd ever had of him to spring to mind.

I thought of his hands on my body, his lips leaving no area untouched. The thought left goose bumps on my skin but I didn't care. I would no longer deny myself the simple pleasure of loving the ideas my creative and dirty imagination conjured. I would no longer continue to blame myself for what happened between Harry and Sally, it was coincidental. It had to be. 

After recalling Harry's praise on the fish, I ordered that and so did Harry, our red wine arriving moments later. We didn't have to wait terribly long for our main, and after one mouthful I knew why Harry couldn't seem to forget the secluded, little restaurant; it was delicious and so was the wine.

"It's so good," I managed to mumble through a mouthful. Completely lady-like, of course.

Harry didn't seem to mind - he just laughed and nodded. "It is! I honest to God love it so much. The side salad and dressing is amazing too."

I just nodded as I continued to stuff my face. Throughout our meal, there were multiple occasions where our eyes would meet. I was often the first to look away, embarrassed to have been checking him out for a considerable amount of time before he'd finally noticed. He glanced my way and slowly lowered his eyes down the length of my body before returning to my face, his eye dropping in a cheeky wink.

I'm going to pleasure you so much tonight, I thought, squirming in my seat to try and distract myself from the desire to have Harry between my thighs. He was just so delicious and I couldn't wait to show him what how much I loved him through the use of my body. Words; a heartfelt confession was one thing but to express your adoration through physical activities showed many things such as trust, courage and longing. I longed for Harry. I trusted him. And damn it I was not shy when it came to séx. 

"You've got your concentration face on again," Harry suddenly commented, breaking me from my thoughts and back into the reality. He was leaning back in his chair, his wine glass in hand and a brow raised. "You were thinking hard."

That's not the only hard thing I'll be doing tonight.

"Hm," I mumbled. "Just thinking about how lucky I am right now."

"Lucky? In what way."

"Because I'm here with you on a date. Also because you're not terrified of me - I'm creepy," I said, cringing at how true the words were. I was beyond creepy; insane would have been the perfect word.

"Creepy?" Harry questioned.

I just nodded, surprised he hadn't noticed - how could he not have noticed? "Well, I sort of blurted my undying love for you at the worst possible time, I draw a lot of pictures of you and I sort of ... watch you."

"Watch me?"

"No, no, no! That sounds like I'm a stalker-" But you are kind of. "-I meant that when I see you I'm fixated. Like you're the only thing I see when you're in a room... I'm going to stop now. Ignore me. I said nothing."

Just keep your mouth shut, Jane. God, if you don't want him to think you're a creep, then actually try to make an attempt at being normal.

"Jane, I don't mind you telling me this at all," Harry said. He leaned forward and held his hand out to me. I placed my palm over his. "In fact, I love it. Nobody I've been with has ever said such lovely things to me and it honestly is so heart warming."

"Oh," I sighed in relief. "Thank God for that. I can't help but feel like I'm scaring you."

"Hell, no," he chuckled. His glass was lifted and he took a sip at the wine, his eyes landing on me over the rim. If I wasn't mistaken, there was a glint of humour in them. "So what would you like to do after we finish our meal? We could go for a walk?"

I screwed up my face in disinterest. We had no time for walking - we had to go and participate in other activities. But of course, only if Harry wanted to as well.

"It's December, Harry," I said, trying to make up an excuse. "It's cold and going to get frosty."

"So?" he asked, raising a brow. 

It was then that I realised he was trying to be funny. The smirk on his face was conclusive enough but the fact his eyes were lowering every few seconds to land on my chest also made me realise that he was trying to distract from what we both had in mind: to finish what we started. 

"So, I think we should do something else. You know, like grab some coffee or perhaps go back home to watch TV?" I finished, with a small shrug. I lifted my wine to take a sip.

Harry just scoffed and said, "Or I could take you back to my place and we could fúck for as long as you'd like?"

I choked on my drink.

Harry just laughed loudly as wine dribbled down my chin and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Díck," I muttered as I wiped away the liquid with a napkin.

Not the only thing you'll be wiping off your face tonight, Jane.

 "I'll take that as a yes?" Harry asked and I just grimaced and looked away in embarrassment. A small smile crept onto my face and Harry just looked at me with a boyish grin.

"I'm saying nothing, you vulgar man," I laughed.

Harry's face suddenly blanked and he looked a little worried. "You're right, I'm terrible. I'm so sorry. It was meant in a jokey manner."

I could have laughed at his sudden timid persona but I knew by his words and how he'd feverishly kissed me that he was going to be quite exceptional in the bedroom. At least I hoped he was. I just waved off his worry. "Harry, it's fine. You don't have to be shy about saying something dirty. Jesus, if you could read my mind at times, you'd realise that I'm far dirtier than you. You have nothing to worry about."

He leaned forward, seemingly curious by something I had said. "You're dirty-minded?"

"Isn't everyone to some degree?" I asked.

"I suppose," he mused. "But there is dirty-minded where you can find a sexual innuendo in pretty much anything but then there's dirty-minded as in you have deep, dark sexual fantasies and such. Which one are you?"

His words had me longing to finish our damn meal and go home. The way his husky voice seemed to caress every vowel had me squirming again, the urge to tackle him almost too hard to ignore. God, I wanted this man, in every sense of the word.

"I suppose a bit of both," I admitted. "What about you?"

He shrugged, eyes lowering to his nearly empty plate. Then he slowly looked back up at me and said, "I guess you'll have to find out."

Oh, I will.

ONCE WE HAD THANKED THE staff and Harry had paid for us both, we hopped into his car and took off through the streets. The city lights sped by in a flurry of colour and wonder. It was beautiful. Sometimes when the motivation had escaped me and I had no idea what to paint, I would walk through the streets and search for that something. Often, the lights of London would inspire to draw colourful or monochrome scenes and very often, I would feel like telling a story. Several little scribbles of a story beginning were sitting somewhere under my bed, none of which had ever led to anything more than a description of a scene. It was amazing what you could draw in from your surroundings, if you looked hard enough.

"So," Harry said suddenly, "coffee out or coffee in?"

"I think you know the answer to that," I told him and he just nodded and swerved to the left.

"In, it is," he murmured under his breath as he pulled into his street. We're so close to his place, I realised and a wicked grin stretched across my face. 

I was desperate, and so was he by the look of things. It baffled me how much he was interested in me - after all, he had asked me if I wanted to try a relationship, he admired my work and always complimented me. Altogether, it seemed that he was quite into me, much more than I'd thought he ever would be.

But what exactly was he looking for in this relationship? Was it to fall in love again? Was it purely just a physical relationship? I knew deep down that he would never crave only sex from someone, he wanted more, to know the person and get inside their head. I'd seen how close he and Sally were, and he'd worshipped her as if she were a Goddess.

Yeah, scoffed the voice in my head, the Goddess of lies.

I slowly looked over at him, his green eyes on the road ahead as we pulled up outside his home. It was now or never. "Harry."

"Mm?"

"You asked me if I wanted to try this relationship thing, and I do," I began, waiting for him to possibly interrupt me or ask a question. "But, I want to know what kind of relationship you meant."

"Wait, what do you mean?" he pondered.

"I mean, is this a relationship-relationship or a purely sex relationship or ... you know what I'm getting at."

He nodded and took a deep breath. "Jane, I don't want you to think I'm going to use you in anyway. I'm not, and you know that. You know me and I would never do that to someone. It's cruel. And why would I want a sexual relationship by itself? That's not my thing."

I breathed out the intake of breath I'd been holding, smiling at him as I said, "So, a proper couple relationship?"

He nodded and took my hand. "Yes. I'd never do anything to hurt you. I was raised better than that and I respect women and understand that treating them like crap is fúcking disgusting. I'm not that kind of man and I never will be."

I wanted to hug him and tell him how wonderful he was. He was all round perfect and the fact he had such a high appreciation towards ladies - well, everyone pretty much - was astounding. 

"You're too good to be true," I laughed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he told me, smiling before lifting my hand and pressing his lips against the skin. I wanted to jump for joy.

Harry unlocked the door and let us into his house, the lights flickering on to reveal the pristine, light interior. I heard him lock the door behind us and my stomach was full of butterflies.

"Coffee?" he asked and I nodded, following him into the kitchen.

Truthfully, I craved something completely different to coffee but if the caffeine buzz would help, then I was all for it. And let's not forget the wine which Harry had been so kind to have purchased for us both earlier on. It was only then that I realised he'd driven us home with alcohol in his system and I couldn't help but feel even more turned on at his slightly dangerous side. I wanted to purr at him.

"Thank you for tonight," I said as we walked into the living room with our cups. "I really enjoyed it."

"As did I," Harry said. "Thank you for agreeing to go."

"How could I decline?" I asked and Harry just chuckled quietly before taking a seat down beside me on the couch. I took a sip and cast a glance his way. Hands curled round his mug, he looked into the piping hot liquid before leaning back against the sofa with a sigh.

"You alright?" I asked.

His eyes found mine and he looked at me quizzically. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," I admitted before sipping my tea. "You look a little pale."

"I do?"

"You do," I told him, trying to imagine him saying the wedding vows like he just did - but perhaps without the questioning tone. "Feeling alright?"

"Yep."

I drank my coffee quickly, wondering when one of us would make the move ... if either of us even did. Harry had popped on the TV at one point and he'd pulled me close to his side so I could nuzzle into his neck. He smelled clean, of aftershave and himself. I loved Harry's scent, his natural one.

"Thank you for tonight," I said again, looking into his eyes. He looked down at me with a grin.

"You are very welcome," he told me before placing a kiss on top of my head. 

"I can definitely see myself returning to that restaurant," I admitted. "Maybe for a lunch or quick meal."

"Yeah? We could go during one of our lunch breaks at work?"

I nodded, already anticipating the next time I would be able to sample something delicious from the menu. Harry was also keen to return so I made a mental note to make sure he was with me when I did.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" Harry asked, his arm pulled me close to his side. His fingers danced over my bare arm and then slowly up to the strap of my dress. It was nothing; a mini, blue thing I had found on sale. 

"No, but thank you," I managed to say, my cheeks reddening.

"Well, you do look incredible," Harry said as he set his cup down on the coffee table. I copied his actions and sat round to face him.

"Thank you. So do you."

"Really?"

"Yes, very handsome."

"You're beautiful," he said again.

"You're amazing," I told him, my heart racing. We'd slowly been leaning closer and closer, our faces nearly touching. If I wanted to, I could have reached out, grabbed him and kissed him hard. I wanted to - and I was going to. "Harry Styles, you are incredible."

He opened his mouth to speak again but I cut him off with a quick peck to the lips.

And then I pounced on him. 

*Giraffe - is actually a damn awesome place ya'll

Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think in the comments! x

I would like to say a few things while I'm still emotionally unstable and not going to regret saying mushy crap like this.

OK, the last five years of my life have been amazing thanks to One Direction. I watched them every single night on TXF, watched them go from solo artists and then being put into the band and then to the success of today. I've been there through a lot of the shit that's happened in this fandom and while it was stressful at the time I could not have asked for a better, more crazy journey. I adore the boys with all my heart; their music, their personalities, the smiles they bring to the faces to hundreds of thousands of people around the world. They helped me through the darkest time of my life and I can't thank them enough. I was lucky enough to see them last year and it was the most incredible thing ever. Because of the boys I have met incredible people, my best and closest friends thanks to them. So, from the bottom of my heart, I cannot thank the boys enough for everything. Thank you Liam. Thank you Zayn (while you were there). Thank you Niall. Thank you Harry. And thank you Louis.

Cazza x