It was two days after the concert, and life was back to normal, though we did brag more about actual talking to some parts of One Direction. We were now back from spring break, and I had ten minutes until the end of my last class of the day. The clock moved ten times slower than any other clock, and I watched it impatiently tick by. I was scheduled to meet Rebecca after, to grab something to eat and then watch a movie back at my apartment. It was finally 12:35 and I could leave.

I turned to grab my bag as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, assuming it was from Becca. I didn't recognize the number, but being in no hurry, I answered anyway. "Hello?" I asked, as I held the phone between my ear and shoulder while gathering my things. "Hi," a deep voice answered. I instantly knew who it was, that voice was unlike any other. "Um, it's Harry..?" he said when I didn't reply. "Of course... wow, I didn't actually think.." I stopped my sentence and was silent again. I was shocked that he really called; I was nothing special, so I didn't understand this phone call. "You didn't think I would call you," he said matter-of-fact-ly. He chuckled. "Well, yeah.." I said. "I hope you don't mind, I was just wondering if you'd maybe like to go out with me.. on a date..?" he asked, in the most beautiful tone I have ever heard. "Absolutely," I replied, grinning stupidly. I can't imagine what the people around me must've seen. "Great. Is 7 alright? I'll text you my number, and you can give me your address," Harry replied. "Sounds good, I'll see you then. Um, how should I dress..?" "Whatever you're most comfortable in," he responded, unhelpfully. "Bye," I said. "Bye," he replied.

I rushed to meet Becca and told her everything. As I had hoped she dropped our plans immediately, and insisted she help me get ready for tonight. I had sent him my address and he sent back a winky face. Harry gave me no ideas on what to wear by saying 'comfortable', so we spent an hour alone going through everything I owned, and picking out the perfect accessories. We settled on a floral top, skinny jeans, my black satin flats, and my small gold hoop earrings.

I was ready way too early, so I sat on the couch, and put the TV on. Rebecca had left already, not wanting to be in our way. I heard a knock in the door, and my breathing quickened. I got up, straightened out my clothes, and tried to compose myself as I walked to open it. When I opened the door, he looked up at me and smiled. He was so gorgeous I couldn't believe that I wasn't dreaming. He flipped his hair to the side, and flattened it along his face. My heart stopped. "Hey," he said grinning at me, "You look amazing." "Thank you, so where are we going?" I asked, as I pulled the door closed behind me.

He took my hand in his, and guided me to his car, a silver convertable. "You'll see," he smirked at me as he helped me into the car, then got in himself and started the car. We pulled into the garage parking lot of a restaurant in the center of the city. We talked the whole way there. He wanted to know everything, so I told him about my art classes, and my job as a waitress.

Harry had one had on the small of my back as he led me into the place. He smiled politely at the hostess who recognized him, and couldn't help but flirt as she showed us where our table was. Harry thanked her, and then pulled my chair out for me as I sat down. He sat across from me, and picked up his menu. We ordered our food, and then went easily back into our conversation. "So what is it like being away from home so much?" I asked him. "It's exciting to be able to visit so many new places, but it's also really sad at times being so far from family. My mum starts I miss me when I'm away, I just wish I could see her more often.." "I can't even imagine being that far for so long. My parents are a state away, and I miss them like crazy when I'm away for a long time," I said, looking away. I must seem extremely pathetic to you, I thought.

I tried to change the subject a bit. "So how long are you here for..?" I asked knowing there was an expiration date on being able to see him. "Actually, we're staying mostly in the area, while we play at arenas in a radius from here. So, for now were staying put," He said smiling. We talked about our favorite movies: his being Love Actually. We chatted on for almost three hours about anything and everything. I glanced at my watch, which was probably a bad idea. "Wow, I'm sorry, I kept you this late, you probably have to go, don't you?" He looked really sad to have to leave, and so was I. "Yeah, I have an early class tomorrow, I wish I could stay longer. I was having fun," I responded. Harry flashed me his brilliant smile, which lit up the whole room.

He walked me to my door, and I faced him in silence. "I had an incredible time, Emily, and I'd love to see you again if that's alright," he grabbed my hand squeezed it. "Anytime," I smiled up at him. "Friday night?" he asked me, "Were having a party at our hotel, can you make it?" "I'd love to," I sighed as I realized he had to go. He leaned in to kiss me and gently pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as his hands rested on my hips, and I linked my arms around his neck. He pulled back a bit too soon for me and rested his forehead against mine, still keeping his eyes shut. He sighed, his breath hot against my skin. "Goodbye for now, Emily Carter," he whispered as he walked backwards to the car. I waved as he drove away. I knew I'd have at least a hundred messages from Becca, but all I wanted I do was crawl into bed and go to sleep. I climbed under my covers, closed my eyes and sighed remembering the past few days. Everything seemed so perfect I never wanted to let it go. Some part of me thought this would all come to an end very soon, but the rest of me was still so unbelievably happy.