Chapter 6 - Dinner & Apologies
The next day, as I was making some spaghetti for myself for lunch, I heard the front door open and when I turned I saw Harry walk in. He was clad in skinny jeans and a button down red shirt with the top few buttons undone and sleeves rolled to his elbows. When he saw me, he gave me a dimpled smile as I returned the gesture.
"Whatcha cooking?" he asks as he enters the kitchen.
"Spaghetti," I reply. "You want some?" I ask as I turn the stove off.
Harry grins, nodding. "Yes," he replies. "I'm absolutely starving."
I chuckle as I put spaghetti in two plates and hand one plate to Harry as I take out the pasta sauce from the fridge. As I pour myself some, I hand it to Harry as I start eating my lunch. The two of us sit at the dining table, eating quietly as we don't say a word. It was kind of awkward, because I realized Harry and I had literally nothing to talk about.
We were two people, with complete different life styles, who were thrown into this whole marriage. We didn't know each other that well, and here we are, living together and plus—we’re married. When we are together, we don't know what to even say to each other because we don't know one another that well. It's awkward and weird, and I wish it wasn't that way. Especially since I had kind of grown used to his presence.
Our silence was quickly broken when my phone began to ring, and without checking the caller ID, I answered it. "Hello?" I ask as I feel Harry's eyes on me.
"Hey, Kels!" My best friend's deep voice rang, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Logan, hey," I reply as I twirl some pasta around my fork. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Logan replies, and I can just picture him shrugging lazily. "I was bored so I decided to call you. How's London town?"
I laugh lightly. "It's good," I answer. "Weather's a bit cold, though. How're you doing?"
Logan groans. "Dude, it's so boring without you."
I rolled my eyes, swallowing down some pasta. "Get over it, Logan," I say teasingly.
"Rude," he replies with a snort. "How's that husband of yours?"
I glance at Harry who's drinking his water and I look away. "He's sitting right next to me," I chuckle and Harry's gaze snaps towards me, eyebrow shooting up in a questioning look as I offer him a knowing smile.
"Awkward," Logan says in an unusually high-pitched, singsong voice.
I flinch as he says this, raising my eyebrows as the high-pitched tone seemingly pierced my ear. He needs to never do that again. "You know what...? I'm gonna go..."
"Fine, be that way," Logan scoffs. "I'll talk to you later, bye! Love ya."
"Love you too," I chuckle before hanging up and putting my phone down.
Harry looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "Who was that?"
"Logan," I reply. "You remember him, right?" I ask, biting into my pasta.
"How could I forget," Harry grumbles as he takes a bite of his own food. I look at him questioningly, but Harry had already looked away, proving that the conversation was dropped.
Take her out to dinner or something. Get to know her a bit.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
Why wouldn't it be? Harry, you have to get to know the girl at one point or another. Just go out.
Fine; I'll call you later x
Okay, love you xx
Tucking my phone away, I walk down to the living room where I find Kelsey sitting on the couch, watching some TV show. When she sees me enter, she sits up. "We're going out for dinner," I tell her, causing her eyes to widen ever so slightly.
"We are?" she asks and I nod. "Where?"
"There's this place called The Cut," I tell her. "It's a pretty nice place; you'll like it."
Kelsey nods. "Okay," she says as she shuts off the TV and stands up. "I'll go get ready."
I nodded as Kelsey walked up the stairs. I was already dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a blazer so I waited for her to get ready. About ten minutes later, Kelsey came back down and my eyes slightly widened. She was wearing a black collared dress that had a thin gold belt around the waist, and she was wearing black sandals. She looked beautiful, honestly.
"Ready to go?" I finally ask her with a smile.
"Yeah," Kelsey gives me a small smile.
The two of us exit the flat and we walk down the building, before walking out of the main doors. Thank goodness there weren't any paparazzi here, I thought as Kelsey and I got in my black Range Rover.
The drive to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable one. The only sound there was, was the low volume of the radio playing Love Somebody by Maroon 5. Thankfully, we got to the front of the restaurant. But just as we did, there were a bunch of flashes through the tinted windows of the car and I quietly cursed.
Putting the car in park, I turned to Kelsey and said, "Stay here."
She nodded as I threw the car door open as the flashes blinded me immediately. The paparazzi kept shouting things at me, but I pushed through and went to the other side of the car. Opening the door, I helped Kelsey out and gave the key to the valet parker.
"Keep your head down," I whisper into Kelsey's ear as we pushed through the crowd.
Taking Kelsey's hand in mine, I led her through the crowd--all the while not thinking of how small her hand was in mine--as we finally entered the restaurant. I walked up to the host in the front and said, "Reservations for Styles."
The guy nodded and said, "Right this way."
Kelsey and I followed him and I looked around. White curtains and pictures decorated the walls and we stopped in front of a circular table with comfortable white chairs. Kelsey and I sat down as the guy gave us our menus and left, telling us our waiter will be with us shortly. As Kelsey and I sat, she looked around, impressed.
"Fancy place," she voices with a small smile.
I chuckle. "I know," I say, and then I cleared my throat. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened out side. I didn't think - "
"Don't apologize," Kelsey cut me off, and I looked into her blue eyes to see nothing but sincerity in them. "I mean, I'm going to have to get used to it, right? Might as well just adapt now."
I give her a small smile, a bit shocked at how understanding the girl is. A waiter then came and took our orders, as I got myself a steak and Kelsey got a steak sandwich. As we waited for our food, I laced my hands together and put them on top of the table, looking at the girl across from me.
"So, Kelsey, tell me a bit about yourself," I say.
Kelsey's eyes meet mine and a smile tugs on the corner of her pink lips. "There's honestly nothing to tell," she says. "I'm nineteen years old, I love to read and draw, and I hope to become an artist some day."
"Really?" My eyebrows shoot up at the last bit of new information. "Do you have a sketch book or something?"
Kelsey nods, fully smiling now. "Yeah," she replies. "I love to draw sceneries and animals." She bites her lip before continuing. "Back home I used to go to the woods and there would be animals running about. I'd just stay back and draw them - it's peaceful and quiet there, so it helps."
I smile at her response. "Well, I'd love to see your sketches some day."
Kelsey smiles and nods just as our food is brought over. My steak was gigantic and Kelsey saw that as her eyes widened. "Have fun finishing that," she says with a laugh.
I smirk at her. "If I can't finish it, I'm going to make you eat it."
"I'm good with my sandwich, thanks," Kelsey chuckles as she picks up her sandwich in both hands and takes a bite out of it. I laugh as I take a fork and knife and cut a piece off of my steak and put it in my mouth. As she takes a sip of her Sprite, Kelsey says, "You know, I have to compliment you on your restaurant choice. This place is amazing."
I grin proudly, noticing how this date is going a lot better than I thought it would. "Why, thank you."
Once we had finished our dinner several minutes later, I ask, "Do you want desert?"
Kelsey shook her head, putting her napkin down. "God, no. I'm so full."
I chuckle and signal the waiter for the check. As I get it and pull out some money and place it on it, Kelsey and I get up then to leave the restaurant. When we walk out, unfortunately, the paparazzi were still there.
"Look over here, Harry!"
"Kelsey, smile for the camera!"
"How was your dinner, Kelsey?"
We ignored the things being shouted at us, and the valet brought up my Range Rover. Thanking and tipping the guy, I helped Kelsey get in the car and I got in myself, before driving out of the parking lot.
"Don't," Kelsey cut off my apology, looking over and giving me a small smile, "even think about it."