Isabelle's P.O.V

"I remember this was little Harold's favourite shop," Gemma pointed to a strip club. I burst out laughing, throwing my head back, my whole body shaking. Even though Gemma made so many inappropriate jokes, they were hilarious when they weren't aimed at me.

Harry simply rolled his eyes, letting out a dry chuckle. When I finally caught my breath, I turned to Gemma, "There are strip clubs in England ?" I asked.

Gemma raised her eyebrows at me, "Wherever there are sexually frustrated men, Isabelle dear, there are strip clubs." I grinned widely, trying to keep in another laugh, and glanced at Harry. He wore simple black jeans and a coat, but his hood was pulled up and he wore sunglasses, though it was a gray, moody morning. I could faintly see the curls peeking out from under his hood, but only slightly. I myself wore sunglasses, just so that the sight of me wouldn't start anything.

Gemma turned back around, leading us down the block, away from the club. I shot Harry a look. "Have you actually ever been in there?" I whispered so that she wouldn't hear.

"Once" he mumbled, grinning slyly, "I got a lap dance."

I slapped his arm as he chuckled, but then he shook his head, "Don't worry," he muttered, leaning down and nipping at my ear, "She wasn't nearly as good at giving a hand job as you were."

"Harry," I hissed, feeling embarrassed yet so turned on. If only this beautiful, sexy man knew what the hell he was doing to me. I grabbed his arm and began tugging him along, not wanting Gemma to tease us about being so slow and...other things that we may or may not have been doing.

"What?" He laughed, a gorgeous, raspy sound, and my heart flipped. He was mine, this man was all mine, whether it be in bed or out of it, he was mine.

I linked my arm through his as he finally began walking, and he leaned down, trailing his lips from the bottom of my ear, down my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath. "Your body reacts to me," he noted coolly, "I wonder if I touched you here," he made a move to reach for my crotch, but I pushed him away. There was really no one out at this time, early-ish in the morning, but still.

"Stop it," I muttered, looking down and smiling slightly. He just squared his shoulders, standing straight and smirking cockily. "You're probably dripping," he whispered. I looked away so that he couldn't see the blush forming on my cheeks.

"Do you guys want to stop in here?" Gemma turned to us and asked. I looked over at what she was referring to. It was a small cafe, looking very quaint, called "The Good Bite". I nodded, desperate to deal with Harry in a more private place.

"Sure," Harry agreed. We entered the shop. There weren't many people inside. There was an old couple who were drinking tea and holding hands, which made me smile. There was one more guy who was sipping his drink, typing away on his laptop, but that was it.

"I will get us drinks," I said. "I'll have just a black coffee please," Gemma responded. She nudged her brother, "And Harry will have the same, but with one extra sugar." I nodded and stood in line to order. Well, there really wasn't a line, so I just walked up to the counter.

A cashier stood behind the register, looking extremely bored. He had copper hair and hazel eyes. "Hi there," he suddenly smiled when he saw me, "What can I get for you?" He was being flirtatious.

"Hi," I said, and I shot him a small smile, "Can I get two black coffees, but one with an extra sugar please?" He nodded, turning to make the drinks.

Tapping my foot, I shot a glance towards Harry and Gemma. They were smiling, talking about something, and occasionally Harry would chuckle. My heart softened at this and I smiled slightly, gazing at them.

"Here you go," I turned back towards the cashier when I heard him speak. I smiled gratefully at him, "Thanks," I picked up both coffees but then noticed that he'd gotten the order wrong.

"Um, sorry to bother you," I piped up, "But I asked for a black coffee with suger, not tea."

"Oh!" He took one of the cups from my hand and made his way back over to the machine. He disappeared behind it for a moment before emerging again. "Sorry bout that," he said sheepishly. I shrugged, "Its not a problem."

"The machine was all out," he explained, "I refilled it just now, but it's going to take a few minutes to filter." I nodded understandably.

"So," he said, rolling out the 'o', "You're not from around here, are you?" I shook my head, not really wanting to have this conversation. He smiled, nodding, "Do you want to get lunch sometime?" he asked hopefully.

Well, that was new.

"Oh, uh, I don't really..." I tried to say, but he continued, "Are you sure? It could be fun." He shot me a look and wagged his eyebrows...okay then.

"No, I don't think you understand," I said, slightly shocked at how forward he was being all of a sudden, "I-"

"She has a boyfriend," another deep, sexy voice cut me off. I spun around to see Harry standing behind me. He had taken his sunglasses off and pushed his hood back, standing there with basically no disguise on at all. I wanted to tell him to put the sunglasses back on at least, but the expression on his face told me that this wasn't the best time.

"What do you think you're doing mate?" Harry asked curiously, but his hands fisted at his sides. The cashier's eyes widened and he shook his head, obviously realising that Harry was much taller.

"Nothing," he replied coolly, his eyes flicking from me to Harry and back. I took a step closer to him, trying to send the cashier some sort of signal. He must've gotten it, because he said quickly, "I will go check on your drink."

He walked away quickly and began fiddling with the machine. I turned to Harry. "Thanks," I breathed. He stated straight ahead, eyeing the cashier for a second longer before looking down at me.

"It was my pleasure," he said, grabbing my hips. I was careful not to let Gemma's coffee spill as he pulled me close to him. He pressed his lips to mine hungrily and forced his tongue into my mouth. I know that I should've been mad, since he was probably just doing this to send the cashier a sign, but I found myself kissing him back.

Someone cleared their throat behind us. We broke apart, and I spun around. The cashier held out another drink. "H-Here," he said, eyeing Harry, "Your total is 6£."

"Thanks...Fredrick," Harry said slowly, and I finally noticed a nametag on the cashier's top. Fredrick nodded quickly, gulped lightly, and Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me back towards the table where Gemma sat.

"Heated?" Was all she asked. I didn't know if she was referring to Harry's conversation with Fredrick or our kiss, but I blushed nonetheless.

"That bastard was trying to make a move on her," Harry snarled. He sat down and I slid in beside him. Gemma sat opposite of us. As soon as I sat down, Harry's hand found its way to my knee, resting on it gently. I didn't mind.

"Well," Gemma said, "I need to use the loo, so I'll be back soon." She took a sip of her coffee before standing up and disappearing around the corner. As soon as she was out of view, Harry turned to me.

"You're mine," he said sternly, "Mine and nobody else's. Understand?" I was a little shocked, but I nodded.

"I know Harry," I reached for his hand. He let me take it and I twined our fingers together, "I don't want to be anyone else's. Only yours."

He must've seemed happy with my answer, because he leaned in and kissed me, softer than I'd expected. I relished the kiss, loving every nanosecond of it. When he pulled back, I tried not to pout.

Just then, the door to the shop opened, and a girl stepped in. She had raven-coloured hair and black eyes. I was immediately on edge.

She walked over to the counter, swaying her hips, and Fredrick gawked at her. I couldn't help but to smirk. She ordered, and he stuttered something before she laughed. I hated her laugh. It was totally fake.

A few moments later, Fredrick handed her a drink. She paid and turned around, her eyes widening when she saw Harry and I. "Harry?" She gasped fakely, "Harry Styles?"

At first, I thought she was a fan. My first thought was that we would have to leave immediately. But then Harry looked at her and said coolly, "Hi Tanya."

She scurried over to where we sat and slid into the chair. "How are you? It's been so long!" Harry pursed his lips, "Yeah. I'm good, you?"

"I'm great!" She replied, her voice an octave higher than normal. Was this her attempt to flirt? Jealousy boiled in the pit of my stomach. The only thing keeping me calm was the fact that Harry seemed bored and uninterested.

"So," she leaned forward, drumming her bloodred nails on her coffee cup. I caught a glimpse of cleavage over her low cut top and assumed she was doing this on purpose. "How are things?" She asked.

"They're great," Harry replied casually, "I've got a great career, I've made four new best friends that I tour the world with, and I have a girlfriend . Really, things could not be better." He reached for my hand and squeezed. The gesture reassured me.

Tanya looked over at me, as though she had just noticed me, and her bottom lip curled in distaste. She put on a sickly sweet smile and said, "Hi there. I'm Tanya."

"Isabelle," I shot her a small smile. She nodded and then turned back to Harry. "Well, I'd better be going. I have a client that I'm supposed to meet. It was nice seeing you again Harry."

She stood, and so did Harry, and they exchanged an awkward hug. I vaguely noticed her trying to grind her hips into his, and resisted the urge to throw myself at her and rip her to shreds. Instead, I gripped Harry's coffee tightly and took a calm sip.

When Tanya left, Harry sat back down. I turned to him, "How do you know her?" I asked, much more calm than I felt. Harry shrugged, "I don't know."

"Harry," I warned. He turned to me, "You won't like it, trust me."

"I don't care," I said, slightly agitated now. He sighed, "I fucked her. Only once, and then left right after. She's been trying to get it with me ever since. But I'm not interested, I swear."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I know that I shouldn't have been this calm. I should have been in a fit, throwing things around and yelling at him. But I knew he had been a player. I just needed confirmation that he'd changed.

"I'm fucking positive," he said firmly, reaching up and grasping my chin, "Isabelle, I want you. Only you, I promise. I want to be able to hold you, and kiss you. I want you to be the girl that screams my name, and I want to be the lucky bastard who gets to make you do it. That's all. I want you, and nobody else, I swear to God."

I couldn't help it. A small smile formed on my face. I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling when he pouted. "You're amazing," I told him earnestly, and he grinned, pecking my lips once before I could even react.

"Alright," Gemma appeared, back from the washroom, and for a moment, I'd forgotten that she was even here.

"Let's continue on with the tour," she clapped her hands, "We'll be stopping for lunch in an hour. Isabelle, put your sunglasses on. Harry, you too, and for God's sake, wipe that stupid smirk off your face. We have places to be and people to disturb, so lets go!"

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