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15 | Teenage Dirtbag

= L o r r e l l . 

 ''Why don't we do another song?'' Harry suggested thirty minutes later. We've been going back and forth and I got to the point where I had tears in my eyes because of all the laughing. It surprised me how comfortable I was around him in just a matter of minutes, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Maybe it was because we talked for quite a while, maybe it was because you couldn't dislike him, but I didn't really care. 

''Why would we?'' I asked him as I slowly stood up again. I still had my guitar with me, so that wasn't much of a problem. Some people would think it was annoying to have the strap of the guitar around you for such a long time, but I hardly noticed that I still had my guitar. 

''Because I only came in at the end of the song and I liked singing with you.'' Harry stated as he also got up. 

''But what if I'd like to hear more of your voice?'' I challenged him. 

''Then you'll get your phone and search something on YouTube,'' He smirked, ''Now sing with me, I'm sure you're familiar with this song.'' 

''Or you just hope I'm familiar with it.'' I chuckled as he gave me a look, and started to hum a bit before he actually started to sing. 

''Her name is Lorrell, and I had a dream about her-'' Harry started with a big grin on his face, but I made sure to stop him before he continued.

''Stop right there, cheeseball. Let's start this off the proper way, yeah?'' Before he got a chance to answer I started to strum the strings of my guitar again. I knew it'd sound way better with an electric guitar, but I didn't know much about those and I doubt that they had these here. 

''Her name is Lorrell,'' He started again with a cheeky grin on his face, but this time I didn't interrupt him. I just continued playing the guitar, singing a line here and there, 'till we were at the end of the song. 

''You're cheesy as hell, you know that?'' I mumbled as soon as it was quiet again. I looked around the room for a while since I was not ready to meet his eyes quite yet. 

''Maybe.'' He shrugged, and I laughed quietly as I lifted my guitar over my shoulder so I had it in my hands now. ''It's only eight pm, why don't we grab something to eat?'' Harry suggested, but I shook my head. 

''You can't make an appearance here without giving the girls a couple of hugs, hm?'' I said it as if it was obvious, and it wasn't hard to notice the growing smile on his face. 

''Alright, alright. I'll do that while you're gonna put your guitar away, and we'll leave in thirty.'' 

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''So, basically, we went here after winning our first award, and it has been 'the place to go' ever since.'' Harry ended his story, and I couldn't help but smile. He shared so many stories about him and the boys, and sometimes it was hard to believe that he let me into his life like this. 

Who would've thought I'd sit here with Harry Styles? And who would've thought that I'd get catfished by someone like him? It was still quite surreal, but I knew that this was something that was really happening. I don't know how I'd react if I woke up right now, and this was some sort of twisted dream. 

''This really is the place to go, the food is amazing.'' I nodded as I took my burger in my hands and took another bite. I wasn't all that insecure about my body. Yes, there were times where I worried about my hair, or that I had some sort of pimple, but there was nothing I could do about it. 

''See! That's what I told the boys, but I had to repeat it a thousand times before they gave in and came with me.'' Harry said loudly, but soon realized how loud he was being, which caused him to shrink back in his seat a bit. 

''You'd think you don't have a problem with the attention.'' I wondered, looking at him. 

''Yeah, that's what you're supposed to think, yeah, but it's exactly what I'm trying to avoid.'' He chuckled, as he took the last bite of his burger. He grabbed a napkin for his hands, and took his drink in his hands afterwards. 

''Makes sense.'' I chuckled, as I layed the rest of the burger down again, and also took my drink in my hands. ''Sorry, but I've had my meal for tonight.'' I said with a smile on my face. 

''I'm not gonna judge you by how much you eat, Lor.'' Harry said kindly, looking at me with a smile on his face. ''Keep in mind that in the last two and a half months, I never judged you, and I don't think I can.'' 

''Everyone can judge others, Harry, but thank you. Not only for the not judging, but for everything. The conversations, and the popping up today.'' 

''Thank you for not completely freaking out.'' He smiled. 

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''This was something that I'll never forget. I don't know when you came up with all this, but it surprised me.'' I laughed as Harry walked me to the front door at Danny's. 

''Glad to know that you won't forget me.'' He chuckled, and kept his gaze on me. ''Now that I came clean about my true identity.. What's your number?'' He shoved his hands into his pockets, and it was adorable. The way he looked right now made him look nervous, while the way he said it made you think he was quite confident about it. 

''Give me your phone.'' I held my hand out, and soon enough his phone was in my hands. I put my number in his phone, and handed him his phone back. ''Keep in mind that I don't have your number, so that means that you'll have to start the conversation.'' 

''That sounds like something I've done before.'' Harry smart-mouthed, and I couldn't help but laugh again. It felt like it was the only thing I did in his presence- laugh. ''I'll see you again soon?'' 

''Sounds like a plan.'' I nodded as he said that, and we both smiled. 

''Good night, Lory.'' He said softly, as he hold his arms wide open. I giggled and gave him a hug. After a couple of seconds I stepped back again, and pressed the door bell. 

''Night, Harry.'' I answered, and watched him as he walked back towards his car. Just before he opened the door of his car, he turned around again at the same time as I heard the door behind me open. Harry waved for one last time before he got into his car, and drove away. 

As I walked inside I could feel Danny's burning gaze on me, which caused me to stand still for a couple of seconds. 

''Was that a date?'' Danny asked with a teasing tone. 

''Go away.'' I mumbled, and without giving him a real answer to his question I stormed up the stairs. It was an amazing night and for as far as I knew it wasn't a date.. right? 

A date's when you're into someone, and we only knew each other by the words we said.. That sounds unrealistic.. But then again, he knew how I looked and now that I know he's Harry, I know that I've been talking to someone that already played such a big role in my life, but from whom I only saw the things the media let us see. 

The rest of the night I thought about Danny's question, and I was glad when I finally fell asleep. 

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I don't even know what to put here. I don't like how this turned out even though I had a week to think about all this and yeah. For the Dutchies- and people from Europe, basically who've got tickets for the 5 Seconds Of Summer tour? Rock Out With Your Socks Out, weyhey. vote / comment? :)