If I could fly {h.s} -

chapter 26 (DEDICATED)

This chapter is dedicated to --

As Harry had told me when we had lunch in his office together, it was time to attend Niall's 23rd birthday party. Harry and I were dressed to perfection by Julia once again and were both in the limo heading towards the destination of the party. Although the ride was silent, It never seemed to feel awkward and I was sure that was because of Harry's affectionate glances or, when he pulled me into his side so we could cuddle.

Harry had told me that Niall was holding a ball, and of course being the party goer that he is, Niall had to have the best party in all of Manhattan businessman history.  It was obvious that Niall had put together something spectacular just by looking at all the guests that strolled into the building. 

Every women wore a designer dress ; every male had their suits custom made especially for the occasion. I noticed that no matter how much these men had to spend on their suits to look impeccable, no body- I repeat- no body, could have looked as phenomenal as Harry did. His hair was styled up a little, revealing his beautiful green eyes that glinted in the flashing lights of the city. His suit fitted his broad shoulders in the most attractive way and the white shirt underneath the jacket was held together at the top with the perfect satin tie. 

"you look beautiful, so, so beautiful" Harry whispered, his soft voice melting me into him like a hot chocolate sauce on an ice cream. irresistible.

I blushed, hiding my face in his shoulder and muttering a 'thank you' in response.  I leaned up and placed a soft lingering kiss to his lips. 

"and you look devastatingly handsome" I hummed, unable to stop smiling. 

Harry and I were soon escorted into the main building to be greeted with waiters offering both of us a flute of champaign (probably being the worlds most expensive) knowing Niall. Harry declined the offer, and I looked up at him questionably.

"I'm not really a champagne drinker" He explained, then proceeded to scoop up a scotch whiskey off a tray. 

Harry moved us through the crowd.  It was almost as if he parted the crowd like Moses did the sea, even though people were immersed in their own conversations, they all knew that Harry was there; He radiated power and everyone knew it and succumbed to him. I found it incredibly sexy. 

Finally, a tuft of blonde hair caught Harry and I's attention and we were both making our way towards him with grins on our faces. 

"Harry! you made it! come sit with me and me mates." Niall beamed, his fantastic bright personality shining through. 

In a matter of minutes I was seated beside Harry and had already been introduced to all of Nialls, friends.  I was thankful that not all of Niall's men were businessmen, as I felt less pressure to impress. Even in a room filled with highly successful people, the only one I wanted to impress was Harry. However it was great to talk to such a variety of people around the table. 

Zayn, a olive skinned , raven haired  male had told me that he was an artist who had an exhibition taking place in the most elite art gallery in Manhattan, and he had met Niall though Harry who had already bought some of Zayns pieces. 

Louis was definitely a cheeky sod. He was a manager of a chain of night clubs across the country. Although most of them were in Vegas, he had a few in new York.

Liam, obviously the most well built in the group was an entrepreneur, just like Harry. 

Harry had met all of these men many times before and seemed very comfortable to be around them, in fact they all seemed best friends considering they all actually joked with each other at a lavish ball.  I felt slightly uncomfortable being the only girl sat on the table, amongst a bunch of lads who were telling each other stories of scandalous one-night-stands.   

They often described their female 'partners' as long legged, tall, blonde, big boobs, great ass, Rich-as-fuck ( as louis put it)  and everything a man wanted. I dared not look at Harry, as insecurities flooded my mind and I hoped to dear god that Harry wasn't enjoying the thought of the perfect woman. 

I was so different to what the boys had described about the girls that they like to be with. Was I good enough for Harry?

 I was such a polar opposite to what they had described. I was simple, plain and boring. I was not tall. I did not have a slim waist and I most definitely was not rich. I could give nothing back to Harry. I didn't deserve him. Our worlds were so far apart. There were so many other women in this room who were already attracted to him, and could probably take him away from me in an instant. They were funnier, skinnier, richer, prettier.  I was simply a girl who lived on just enough money to get by, in which the money I had to steal. I was no match. 

I took a glance at Harry, only to realize that he was looking right back at me with his questioning eyes. The eyes that seemed to slow down time every time I so much as glimpsed into the iris. He watched me steadily, I could tell by the quirk of the eyebrow that he wanted to know why I was in such deep thought, but I didn't have the nerve to tell him. I wasn't the type to let go completely of y insecurities and I for sure didn't want to sound like a whiny girlfriend who wanted her boyfriend to consistently tell her how he likes her, to boost her ego. 

I shook my head, as if to tell him to leave it and in reply I received a look that said 'you're telling me later'. 

I nodded meekly, doing my best to stretch a smile onto my face. For some, my best fake smile could have fooled them, but I knew for sure that Harry knew what I was thinking about but he just wanted me to say it to him in person in spite of me. 

"So, Lola. How'd you meet Harry?"

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