25 Days With Mr. Arrogant - A Harry Styles fanfiction

CHAPTER 15:

My date should have been wonderful.

Nate picked me up in his modest car – even jumped out of the driver’s seat to quickly open my door for me. He bashfully smiled down at me while I slid into the car’s comforting warmth and it was so gentlemanly, so genuine, that I nearly had no idea how to react. I laughed and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ while he closed the door and hopped back into his own side.

The car ride wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t awkward or tense – it wasn’t anything, really. A relatively short trip into the bustling downtown area filled with relaxed small talk and light laughter between the two of us.
He opened my door for me again when we arrived to the restaurant and held his arm out to me, inviting me to slide my own through his as we walked into the quaint Italian bistro we’d agreed on. The wool of his deep grey pea coat provided some sense of security as we walked in-step together towards the glowing front doors. The security of his arm was foreign to me – I hadn’t felt at ease with another male in years. Not with Cole, even in our short relationship and certainly not with Harry.

The air of the restaurant was wafting aromas of rich foods around us and carried the quiet sounds of intimate conversations of other diners and the soft tinkling of glassware as people enjoyed their meals. It was a lovely change to be given the opportunity to eat at such an establishment – especially when I’d been used to living off of generic corn flakes and cups of instant noodles. And especially because the last time I’d been in a restaurant, although much more affluent, I’d been served a small serving of chilled fruit.

The realization that my date wasn’t a wonderful event was brought upon the memory of the fruit cup. The memory of Harry, more so. Because as we sat at our table, ordering a generous appetizer of breadsticks and stuffed portabella mushrooms, the thought of Harry – his voice, his face, the way his mouth curled when he was smirking at me or the intoxicating spicy scent that emitted from him– everything about him was distracting me from the wonderfully kind young man situated before me.

Nate ordered a plate of fettuccini with a side of garlic bread. And although I laughed and commented on how delicious it looked or how I was going to sneak a little bite when he wasn’t looking, the thought that his dish looked so similar to Harry’s that fateful first meal we had together was running through my mind wildly. And when my eyes fell to his hands, which would reach for another breadstick or grasp his fork as he twirled the noodles around the ends, Harry’s hands came into my mind. Harry’s hands were much longer, stronger looking and stronger feeling than Nate’s. I knew the feeling, especially after the circumstances hours prior to the date when his hands had gripped my arms. When his lips, much fuller than Nate’s, had crushed themselves against mine in a desperate, violent kiss. 

I was sure that I was losing my mind.

I felt awful as we left the restaurant. It had been a wonderful dinner, with easy conversations floating between the two of us and little flirtatious jokes appearing at appropriate times. Nate looked handsome in his fitted sweater and jeans, but the entire time the thought of Harry’s body swallowed in the t-shirts and hoodies and jeans flashed through my mind. 
The entire time it was Harry on my mind, not Nate. And I felt absolutely despicable for being such a terrible person. I allowed this nice boy who genuinely took interest in me and paid for a lovely dinner to take me out – yet the entire time, another person, a much crueler, callous boy was burned into my thoughts.

Nate walked me to my doorstep. He smiled at me as we stopped together, and I wasn’t sure if it was the biting cold air that tinted his cheeks a light pink color or the timid nature he exhibited. It was cute, almost, and I felt for the first time nervous.

“So – “ he paused, laughing awkwardly under his breath and ducking his head down. “I had, um – fun, with you. Tonight.”

“I had fun, too,” I replied in a shaky breath, the cold air whipping at my exposed face. It wasn’t a complete lie, at least. I looked up and smiled at him, his green eyes glimmering as they locked on mine. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he teased, nudging me playfully. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Why wouldn’t I come?”

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. “I don’t know,” he inhaled sharply, looking back at the quiet streets below. “You’re just – different. I don’t know.”

I chewed my lower lip, anxiety flooding me. “I’m different - ?”

He seemed to notice the hesitation and uneasiness in my voice and immediately withdrew a hand from his pocket, pressing it reassuringly to my arm. “No! Not like – not like that, it’s – “ he sighed, struggling over his words. “It’s a good thing. You’re different in a good way.”

I laughed quietly, looking down at the ground and shifting from one foot to the other. “I wasn’t aware there was a difference."

Nate sighed heavily, his hand still on my arm. “You’re not like other girls, Alex. That’s what I meant.”

“Oh, I know I’m not,” I laughed almost sarcastically under my breath, biting my lower lip gently. “I walk around half the time looking like a homeless girl, I know I’m not – “

He cut me off by swiftly ducking his head down and pressing his lips against mine in the softest of kisses. I tensed up for a moment but slowly relaxed after a few tentative moments, slowly but surely responding to the gentle movements of his lips. He smiled against my mouth and brought both arms up to wrap around me, bringing me forward into his body. It was nice, I admitted to myself. His mouth was warm and soft and tasted pleasant and his arms were comforting around my chilly body.

But his kiss wasn’t Harry’s.

Harry's was passionate, rough, insistent. Harry’s mouth almost burned mine and his tongue had stroked against mine in a desperate manner. And while Nate’s lips felt nice – I couldn’t help but notice the difference with each movement.

The kiss ended after a few moments, thankfully, breaking me of my thoughts of Harry’s kiss earlier in the evening. Nate pulled back, a smile decorating his lips, and looked me in the eye.

“You’re an amazing girl,” he murmured, his voice slightly thick and his lips tinged a rosy color. “I’m a lucky guy.”

I stared back into his eyes, a slow smile appearing my own mouth. It felt so nice to be whispered these sweet nothings, and I welcomed the newness to the situation. “I’m a lucky girl,” I echoed quietly, my cheeks flushing.

He brought a gloved hand up to my cheek, stroking the flesh there gently. “I hope I’ll get to see you again soon.”

I covered his hand with my own, leaning slightly into the comforting pressure. “You will.”

He leaned forward and pressed one last whisper-soft kiss to my lips before retreating down the cold steps and to his car. I inhaled shakily as he drove off with a wave of his hand, curling my arms around my body to shield it from the bitterly cold winds.

I missed Harry.

My eyes fluttered closed and I swallowed thickly.

I really was losing my mind.