Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 8 - Awkward questions & enclosed elevators

"Did you just make a joke?" I fake gasped. He rolled his eyes at me and picked up the menu. I did the same and pretended to be very interested in deciding what to get as the silence took over the tables and forced myself to not look at the beautiful man. The waitress finally came and I sighed in relief.

"What would you like?" She cooed, wide-eyed at Harry. He leaned forward and snatched the menu out of my hands.

"I want the ribeye, medium rare. She'll have the chicken alfredo. We also want an Oder of bread. And another bottle of this wine," He snapped. She wrote it down quickly and scurried away as I stared at him. "What?" He scowled. 

I flinched and played with the tables cloth, avoiding his deadly green eyes. "I could have ordered for myself, you know."

"Yes, you could have." He replied with a smirk. I watched as he adjusted the collar on his blue button down. "Tell me about yourself, Norah."

"Uhm, I'm from North Carolina...I graduated from NYU and now I'm an intern at Vogue. I hope tonne hired by the end of this year."

"Interesting. Are you a virgin?"

I chocked on my wine and coughed as harry looked on with a cold expression. "W-what?" I stuttered.

He cocked his head to the side and scooted his chair so he was sitting closer to me on the table. I felt his knee press against mine as he leaned forward. Shivered ran down my spine. "I think you heard me correctly the first time."

"I-I don't think that's any of your business, Mr. Styles." I answered nervously. He smirked and hooked two fingers below my chin, tilting me head up to his as he loomed over me, even though we were sitting. His eyes glared into mine as he forced me to look at him. I swallowed nervously.

"Answer me," He commanded in a whisper.

"No."

Styles looked amused and dropped his fingers from my chin. "I'm going to take that as an answer, and not you disobeying me, Norah," He tutted. Then he smiled up at me. "Would you like more wine?"

I nodded helplessly as he poured me another glass which I quickly started to drink. I'd need about seven more bottles if I was going to make it through this date and not be reduced to a puddle of tears on the floor.

"Is it good?" He questioned, gesturing towards the wine.

"Yes," I answered, taking another sip. "It's really good. Better than any wine I've ever had. And I've had a lot of wine, because Jace and I always have Wine Wednesday, and we watched movies. But I always buy cheap bottles because I don't get paid a lot. So this is good. Really good."

"You're rambling. Are you nervous, Norah?"

I shrugged, ducking my head to look at the white tablecloth. "Your mood changes really quickly and I don't know what to expect," I answered honestly, fiddling with the stem of my glass.

"I think you're cute when you're nervous."

"Did the word 'cute' just come out of your mouth?" I giggled. He clenched his jaw and I quickly tire to straighten my face, and failed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his plump lips which he hid quickly with a frown.

"I can say what ever words please me," He insisted. I could have sworn there was a twinkle of amusement behind his eyes.

"I know," I smiled. "Just you...and cute...don't really go in the same sentence, you know?"

He shook his head slowly, all hints of amusement gone. "No, I do not know, Norah. Our food is taking to long. Where is the waitress?" He huffed.

His eyes scanned the restaurant until they found her talking to another table. He glared at her back and she slowly raised her head, as if she could fee the burn of his gaze. As soon as she saw him, Styles motioned her over with a wave of his long fingers. The poor girl looked flustered as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "How can I help you, Mr. Styles?"