"Mom, dad, uh I kinda have something I want to tell you guys" "what is it dear?"
"I'm going on a date." You say nervously. "What? With whom? What's his name? does he drink
Own a car? Is he a rash driver? Is he? For gosh sakes you're going to hurt yourself! "Mother blabbered. "What's his name" dad asks sternly. "Harry. Harry styles" you mutter "wait? Haven't I heard that name before?" mum asks curiously. "well yes, he's Harry from the band One direction" "OH! My lord. How in heavens name did you score a date with him?" mum asks jumpily "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN MAA?" "Oh dear you know I didn't mean it that so happy for you! What are you going to wear?" "uhm, I haven't decided yet" "well what time are you two meeting?" "in an hour" "HONEY. Get your butt upstairs and get changed now!". you hurry up the stairs as soon as you hear her say that to avoid more awkwardness. You fling open your wardrobe and sigh. None of these clothes were good enough for a first date, in a French restaurant, with Harry Styles! You sigh and flop onto the bed. "sweetie, can I see what youre going to wear tonight?" "I haven't found anything ma," you sigh as you open the door. "I expected that. So that's why im lending you my dress which I wore on my first date with your father!" "gee thanks a lot mum, but I don't think.." "shutup and come to my room!"
You walk in and gasp. Hanging on the cupboard hanger is a dainty little black dress with lace detailing at the bottom hem. And really cute ballerina flats to go with them! "mom! I didn't know you wore such short dresses!" "oh dear, Im not some old bat you know." I always assumed you were… "thank you so much ma! This is perfect!"you gasp and run out of the room clutching your dress.
7:45 pm you've just put on your dress and flats and are combing your hair when mum comes in and gives you her makeup bag. "mum? Makeup?" "you're fourteen now dearie, I guess you could start" "I love you so much!" you squeal as you dig through the bag and with lots of knowledge about makeup (though youtube videos ofcourse) you carefully curl your lashes and apply mascara and your eyes look surreal. "wow this stuff is awesome!" only a little bit of lip gloss and bronzer and you're all ready. You look in the mirror and for once are remotely happy about your appearance. "well," you say picking up your bag " I guess I should leave ma." "Aw, you look so beautiful! Have fun dear. Don't be late. Cause you know how dad gets."
"Promise ma, Harrys a nice guy" "bye sweetie"
You rush down the stairs say bye to your dad and walk down to the restaurant, conveniently named Amore. You walk in nervously as it seemed too posh for you. "hello ma'am your table is right there" a waiter points out to a table at the corner of the restaurant and you see harry sitting there. As you walk towards him. He stands up and grins at you and motions you over. You quicken your pace and just keep hoping its not a dream. If it got over, it'd be a nightmare, not a dream. "hey love" he greets you love?love? should I say love back? Or what. Why isn't my mouth functioning? " uh hey, hey Harry" you managed to squeak out. Atleast I got through with that. "do you want to place an order?" a waiter comes up and asks in a french accent. "no, not right now thanks" Harry responds. You smile at him and shift nervously around in your chair. Stupid brain MAKE THE MOUTH SAY SOMETHING! Harry looks at you curiously, as if he's examining you, his curls lightly moving on his forehead, his eyes glistening with genuineness.
"erm Harry, do you always examine your date?" "ahaha, no love, you're just so beautiful" he chuckles and adds a wink at the end. Ahh, the magazines were right, he is a big flirt! But its not like I mind… "wow thanks harry" you manage to mumble. "hm, I sense you're not a big fan of this place?" "well, it's a bit too posh" you say smiling. "you too? Thank god, I was waiting for you to say that!" he jumps up and grabs your hand. "harry!" whats happening. Oh my goodness. "we're getting out of here (y/n)" you and him weave through the tables, hand in hand and he takes you out of the restaurant. You glance up at the sky and see the stars shining down, as if they were lit up just for you. "theyre almost as lovely as you" he whispers. You feel your heart flutter. What a flirt! But he sure knows how to get a girl! You blush and he helps you cross the street. On the other side of the road is a vintage scooter in pale blue, its old styled metal shining in the moonlight. "come along (y/n)" "where to, Harry?" you ask nervously.
"someplace just for us" he replies and you feel yourself falling head over heels as you and him get onto the scooter and ride away to someplace just for you both.
I'll post chp5 soon guys