JUST GOT LUCKY novel Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

BY THE LADS

LINDY’S POV

A candlelight table welcomed us covered with white and red table cloth as soon as Harry opened the door. My eyes bewildered as I noticed how they transformed Harry’s hotel bedroom into more intimate. I cannot believe Liam and Zayn did all this for the two of us. We walked inside together and the entire room was dim and cold and smelled like roses. It tremendously romantic coming from two guys who planned all of this. I was completely blown away.

"Those guys." Harry smiled shyly.

“I cannot believe this.” I commented.

Harry kept smiling, “They really had to pull this off.”

As we walked towards the table, there were already foods served, candles and wine on the side. The table was wonderfully set for two and it was very romantic. Harry pulled out a seat for me with his dimpled smile that I can’t get enough of, "For the beautiful girl. Please, have a seat."

I smiled as I walked to him and sat down as he pushed in the chair. He walked around the table and sat down right across me settling himself in as he push his hair off his forehead. I can see how Harry was surprised to see all this and I can tell how Harry seemed so important for those guys to be helping him a lot. There was a remote on the table and a note on top of it which made me curious.

“What’s this for?” Harry questions as he grabs the remote.

“What does the note say?”

“Press play. Do not skip a song. Have a good and fun night guys. Enjoy your date :) From Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall.” Harry reads the note with a smile on his face as he continued, “P.S This was actually my idea. Louis.”

He shake his head sideways, “Oh Louis.”

I smile as I stare at Harry who is still laughing softly while looking at me with gleaming eyes. He grabbed the remote and pressed play then there goes the song Just The Way You Look Tonight by Michael Bublé’swhich begins to play in the background. Harry closed his eyes and swayed his head along with the music. He opened his eyes and stared at me.

“You’re lovely with youur smile so warm and your cheeks so soft. There is nothing for me but to love you.” He begins to sing with the song.

I smile at Harry as he continues to sing, “And the way you look tonight.”

"Michael has wonderful songs.” Harry tells me.

I nod, “He does have.”

“Did you know that Michael’s grandfather was a plumber and he fixes something in a nightclub or somewhere else and would do it for free on one condition.”

My brows creasing, “What?”

“The owners would allow Michael to sing there.”

I smiled at Harry, “Really? He’s really talented though.”

Harry nods, “And his grandfather saw it first and look where he is now.”

He smiles at me, “Shall we eat?”

I nod.

We began to eat dinner together where Harry talked about his family, his dad, how horrible it was when his parents divorced and how he didn’t stop crying but didn’t understand why he was crying about. He also talked to me about how he grew up in a small town in England and how simple his life was befre he became famous. He mentioned how he was an ordinary boy in school, he told me about his hometown, about England, his mother adorable Anne and his sister wonderful Gemma. Harry told me about his old band called White Eskimos when he was still not famous and how it didn’t turn out okay with the other lads before he auditioned for X-Factor, and everything else about himself that I just loved listening to it.

I loved it how talks to me about himself because it means he really wants me t o kow every bit of him and I was fascinated by how humble this man is despite his fame and millions.

Well weren’t only talking about him, but wanted to know me too. He asked a few questions and we laughed at how I was as a kid. He told me that he saw my picture that I was still a fat girl and how embarrassed I was when he mentioned it. He said I looked cute that he wanted to squish my chubby cheeks. He asked about my parents, their work and why Avery hates me. I told him how obsessed my best friend was over him and the other guys. I told him how I was when I was a little kid and how he was adorably and intently listening to me as if I was telling him a fairytale story. I told him everything about me like how he told me him.

No, I didn't love the Harry Styles from One Direction that every woman in the world adored and are crazy about. I didn't love him for his fame, nor for his wealth or his name which is chanted by millions of his fans. Since I didn't know it was him from the day we swapped phones.

Instead, I loved the Harry Styles that came from his town called Cheshire. I loved how humble he is with such accomplishment. I adored the guy who kept making me laugh, telling me corny jokes, poking fun at me when he teases me naughtily, and that Harry Styles he shows to me when we are together.

He holds my hand as he leads me to his bed which made me nervous. I didn’t want to think much about why he is leading me to his bed. We sat down opposite to each other while he pushed my hair away from my face. He's sitting right in front of me, just a few inches away that's making me nervous and excited at the same time ecuase we are on top of his bed and the temperature is making my hormones rage. He smiled at me as I smiled back sheepishly.

He's a beautiful and a very romantic man. He utterly kind and thoughtful. He's like a modern Romeo. Any girl would fall for him or should I say, have had fallen for him. He's a very sweet guy and he knows the right things to say. Nobody can hate such a nice guy like Harry. He's like a perfect boyfriend to have. And yes, I am now fully aware of how he's such a ladies man. Girls get easily attracted to him and now I know why, he's really charming. His looks, his personality, his charm, his sweet talks and he knows what to do to make me flutter all the freaking time.

"Why are you quiet?" I asked.

"I dont wanna leave Canada.” He sounded sincere. “I wont be able to be with you for a while."

He squeezed my hand a little tighter and pulled it from my lap. He gently kissed the back of my hand that made me feel weak on the knees. Oh goodness Harry. Will you stop turning me on because it is really not helping. Harry pulled his head up again and his green eyes stared straight at me while his lips were still pressed against my knuckles.

"You're gonna miss me, arent you?" I teased while I grinned at him.

"Definitely.” He answers. “Im gonna miss those gray eyes staring straight at me. Your giggle that's so cute. Your laugh. These hands. And your beautiful face. Everything.”

I sighed. "We can always text each other. Facetime. Skype."

"But it's not the same without you."

I smiled and placed my palm on his cheek. It was warm and soft but I didn’t want to be away from him too yet I know he has to. "Im always here. I'll always be waiting for you to come back."

"It is. That's A Million Love Songs by Take That."

I nodded.

"Wanna dance babe?" He asked while offering me his hand.

I smiled to him. "I'd love to." Accepting his hand.

He slowly placed one of my hand on his neck while holding my other hand out to our side in midair then he slowly brushed his other hand on my hip. Our faces were almost close to each other that I can feel his breathing on my face but I didn’t mind. Our eyes were glued on each other and never wanting to look away while my heart was pumping like crazy inside my chest. I guess this was what it feels like to be young and in love.

My heart beat was racing and I was starting to get nervous. He pulled me in closer that made my body close to his, pressed gaainst his body as his hand was rubbing on the bottom of my spine whichHe was tall so I had to look up to him. He moved his head closer to me placing the tip of his nose on my cheek.

He smelled so good.

It's turning me on. Really turning me on.

He's so sexy...

so enticing.

I wanna kiss his lips so bad just by staring at it.

We danced for a while through the love song as I placed my head on his shoulder. Staring at his neck, I wanna place my lips there too. I nuzzled on his neck to find what part of his body he's most ticklish but I was too shy. I closed my eyes and danced with Harry like the night was ours. Like it was our night together. Like he was my boyfriend and I was his.

I loved it.

I love him.

Everything was slow, sweet and romantic that I didn't mind the time and I didn’t mind how close my body was pressed against his body. I didn't mind my class the next day because what mattered right now to me was this moment with him before he leaves. I was focused on him and only him.

Us.

Right now.

Dancing in a room where no one's watching and not worrying what anyone would say because it is only me and him and no one else that mattered.

I wish I could tell him how much I love him.