Take Me Home
Live While We're Young
Karmina's POV
Karmina swayed to the music though it had been so long since she enjoyed dancing. She could not help herself when the English boy came over to her. He appeared sweet to her and she assumed all English men were gentlemen, besides she was only dancing. She was very set in her ways about remaining alone until her Derek wound fully healed. Karmina believed it wasn't fair to any other man to commit to them without fully giving them her heart. The English boy smiled, he had a dimple on the right side of his face that made him look much more adolescent than he probably was. She observed him subtlety, not wanting him to know how much she was studying him. He wasn't a very good dancer at all, and she was quite surprised he even asked in the first place. She looked away to prevent laughing at his off rhythm body movements. He must have noticed because he grabbed her hand and pointed towards the second floor balcony and she nodded in approval.
He lead her up the staircase to an empty white couch. He sat and patted the seat next to him for her to join. "I'm Harry Styles," he offered his large hand. Karmina shook it.
"Karmina Santos," she looked away to the crowd.
"That's a beautiful name. Do you live in LA?" Harry asked trying to get her attention, but Karmina was oblivious to his attempts.
"No, just visiting," she answered still not looking at him. She was beginning to feel a bit of curiosity and an attraction which she thought better to avoid. "I better go. Goodbye, Mr.Styles, it was a pleasure to have met you," she quickly began to leave. She needed not an attraction to anyone, she was there for work and work only.
"Wait," she heard him call from behind her. She ignored it and kept walking. He caught up. "Where are you going off to so fast?" He raised his eyebrows sweetly. He was so inviting Karmina thought.
"I have to work tomorrow," she lied.
"I'll have you home early," he lied and she could tell. She gave a questioning stare. "How about we get a bite to eat and then ill take you home. You can work later but you have to live now while you're still young." Harry lectured.
Karmina thought about Harry's words. Was he right? Was she doing the right thing by remaining depressed and suppressing her desires for feeling guilty?
"Fine," she agreed.
Harry's POV
Harry became much more interested in Karmina every time she spoke. He had never had a girl show such a little bit of interest in him, it just made him want her more. She was finally the challenge he had been looking for and Harry was ready to play the game.
They took a cab to a twenty four hour diner. Harry ordered a hamburger and chips and Karmina settled for a chocolate milkshake. They ate silently at first, Harry noticing she was always look elsewhere but him.
"So you said you have to work, what do you do for a living?" He tried to get her to warm up to him.
"I'm working on getting my book published," she said casually.
"Wow, that's great. What's it about?" He pestered on.
"Just a tragic love story," she nodded and stared out the window Harry was nearly done with his meal and panicking. He knew time was of the essence.
"Sounds lovely," Harry smiled and reached for her hand but she pulled away before he could touch her. Harry was mildly hurt and partly turned on. She wasn't backing down. Harry finished his meal and slowly walked behind her as they headed out the door, admiring her muscular bum and killer legs.
"It's raining," she frowned as they began getting soaked in the LA downpour. Harry ran to catch a cab.
"Where are you staying?" He asked once inside the cab.
"At the Ritz," she mumbled while ringing out her hair.
"I'm closer, we will go there until the rain stops then I'll get you home," Harry gave the cab driver directions before she could argue. Harry had only just met her but if he needed to pretend he loved her he would. He wouldn't stop until he got some. Even if she wouldn't enjoy her youth he would while he was young.
Karmina swayed to the music though it had been so long since she enjoyed dancing. She could not help herself when the English boy came over to her. He appeared sweet to her and she assumed all English men were gentlemen, besides she was only dancing. She was very set in her ways about remaining alone until her Derek wound fully healed. Karmina believed it wasn't fair to any other man to commit to them without fully giving them her heart. The English boy smiled, he had a dimple on the right side of his face that made him look much more adolescent than he probably was. She observed him subtlety, not wanting him to know how much she was studying him. He wasn't a very good dancer at all, and she was quite surprised he even asked in the first place. She looked away to prevent laughing at his off rhythm body movements. He must have noticed because he grabbed her hand and pointed towards the second floor balcony and she nodded in approval.
He lead her up the staircase to an empty white couch. He sat and patted the seat next to him for her to join. "I'm Harry Styles," he offered his large hand. Karmina shook it.
"Karmina Santos," she looked away to the crowd.
"That's a beautiful name. Do you live in LA?" Harry asked trying to get her attention, but Karmina was oblivious to his attempts.
"No, just visiting," she answered still not looking at him. She was beginning to feel a bit of curiosity and an attraction which she thought better to avoid. "I better go. Goodbye, Mr.Styles, it was a pleasure to have met you," she quickly began to leave. She needed not an attraction to anyone, she was there for work and work only.
"Wait," she heard him call from behind her. She ignored it and kept walking. He caught up. "Where are you going off to so fast?" He raised his eyebrows sweetly. He was so inviting Karmina thought.
"I have to work tomorrow," she lied.
"I'll have you home early," he lied and she could tell. She gave a questioning stare. "How about we get a bite to eat and then ill take you home. You can work later but you have to live now while you're still young." Harry lectured.
Karmina thought about Harry's words. Was he right? Was she doing the right thing by remaining depressed and suppressing her desires for feeling guilty?
"Fine," she agreed.
Harry's POV
Harry became much more interested in Karmina every time she spoke. He had never had a girl show such a little bit of interest in him, it just made him want her more. She was finally the challenge he had been looking for and Harry was ready to play the game.
They took a cab to a twenty four hour diner. Harry ordered a hamburger and chips and Karmina settled for a chocolate milkshake. They ate silently at first, Harry noticing she was always look elsewhere but him.
"So you said you have to work, what do you do for a living?" He tried to get her to warm up to him.
"I'm working on getting my book published," she said casually.
"Wow, that's great. What's it about?" He pestered on.
"Just a tragic love story," she nodded and stared out the window Harry was nearly done with his meal and panicking. He knew time was of the essence.
"Sounds lovely," Harry smiled and reached for her hand but she pulled away before he could touch her. Harry was mildly hurt and partly turned on. She wasn't backing down. Harry finished his meal and slowly walked behind her as they headed out the door, admiring her muscular bum and killer legs.
"It's raining," she frowned as they began getting soaked in the LA downpour. Harry ran to catch a cab.
"Where are you staying?" He asked once inside the cab.
"At the Ritz," she mumbled while ringing out her hair.
"I'm closer, we will go there until the rain stops then I'll get you home," Harry gave the cab driver directions before she could argue. Harry had only just met her but if he needed to pretend he loved her he would. He wouldn't stop until he got some. Even if she wouldn't enjoy her youth he would while he was young.
5/27/13