Can Hate Stop Fate?

Stella, a girl who works two jobs while living life in Chicago is taken for a big surprise when Harry Styles suddenly becomes interested in her. She constantly tries to turn him away but he won't give up. The question remains, can hate stop fate?

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12. Chapter 12

(Stella’s POV)

Closing my apartment door behind me, I snuck a glance at Harry. He was wearing skinny black jeans, a white v-neck, and a plaid shirt unbuttoned with his sleeves rolled up. He looked over at me and my heart skipped a beat. Neither of us knew what to say to each other so we walked to the van in silence.

Harry finally spoke up and said “So… I made a reservation at one of my favorite restaurants here in Chicago, hope that’s okay.”

“Actually, I have a huge problem with that.”

Harry stopped walking and looked over at me with his eyes open wide.

“I’m kidding, Harry!”

He started laughing and lightly pushed me on my arm. My nerves were slowly going away as I settled in my seat for the drive to the restaurant.

(Harry’s POV)

I haven’t been this nervous for a date in years. I don’t know what it was about this girl that made me feel this way. I mean, I was still smiling from the joke she just pulled on me. Normally on dates girls are always so afraid of saying the wrong thing around me that they have no fun and we never get past the first date stage.I had a good feeling about tonight though.

(Stella’s POV)

The second we walked into the restaurant we started getting the star treatment. We were put in a private room and the manager volunteered to be our server. Our bottle of wine was, of course, on the house. I’m sure they were just excited they were going to be getting free publicity when pictures of Harry walking into the restaurant got on gossip sites. Dang it,I was probably going to be in those pictures too. 

“Tell me about yourself,” Harry said, interrupting my thoughts. 

“Not much to tell really. I work two jobs so that takes up most of my time. I’ve lived with Leah here in Chicago for the past year and I love it. I’m actually originally from Ohio so it was a much needed change.”

Our conversation continued on like this most of the night where he would ask me questions and I would answer. The next time I looked up at the clock, it was already 8:30 pm. I couldn’t believe how fast time was going with him. Whether or not I wanted to admit it to myself, I was having a really good time with him. I started to open up my mouth to tell Harry how much fun I was having when I was interrupted by some shouting.

“Harry Styles?!” A girl with long blonde hair walked up to our table and I saw how instantly uncomfortable Harry became. With no hesitation she walked up to Harry and gave him a hug.

“Hi Kate,” Harry said without emotion in his voice. At least he was trying to play it cool with me still around.

“I should have known I would run into you here! This seems to be your go-to place to take girls on dates when you’re in Chicago. In fact, I think you took me here.” With that, Kate seemed to finally notice my presence in the room.

“And you must be his entertainment for the night,” she said with a wink. “Well, I just wanted to say hi to the guy that never called me back!”

Just like that, she was gone as quick as she came. I slowly turned back to face Harry while letting no emotion show on my face.

“I…think I need to go.”

“Stella, wait! Let me explain.”

“Kate just said it all Harry. I knew I shouldn’t have let my guard down around you.”

I walked out of the room and stormed down the hall that would lead me to the front door. I heard Harry behind me trying to catch up while constantly yelling for me to wait. I pushed open the door and was suddenly blinded by the flashes of paparazzi cameras everywhere.

“Over here, look over here!” “Smile for the camera, pretty lady!” “Are you Harry Styles’ new girlfriend? Can we have a name?”

“Uhh…” I had no idea what to say or where to go. The camera flashes were starting to make me get dizzy and I could feel myself losing control of the situation.I felt somebody grab my hand and pull me back in the restaurant and next thing I knew, I was following Harry out the back door and we were back in the van before I could protest. I watched in a daze as Harry told the driver to go to his hotel. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized Harry still hadn’t let go of my hand.

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