I quickly brushed my teeth and then went to pick out a pair of shoes. I ended up going with the first pair that caught my eye. I slipped my black high-top converse on my feet and was finally ready to leave. I didn't bother wasting any more time by putting on makeup.

I grabbed my phone from the middle of my bed, picked up my keys and wallet from my desk, and left my room. I ran up the steps taking them two at a time and was now entering the kitchen. My phone buzzed in my hand just as I was about to leave through the side door.

Harry: Your 15 minutes were up 5 minutes ago. 

Harry: I'm still waiting outside your house

I locked my phone and shoved it into my back jeans pocket. I left the house through the side door and saw a black truck waiting on the street in front of my house. I saw Harry waiting inside of it looking bored as ever. I got into the passenger seat and looked at Harry.

"You're 5 minutes late," he spoke.

"I don't know how you expected me to get ready in 15 minutes," I shrugged. "I was barely awake when you first texted," 

"Next time get ready faster," he said as he started his truck. "I have plans for us,"

"These plans better involve some food because I'm starving," 

"That's the first place we're going actually," he said.

*

"I'm surprised that you're not one of those women that are afraid to eat in front of someone," Harry said as we were in the middle of eating our breakfast.

Harry had taken me to a small diner that was in town. I have never seen this diner before so I was quite skeptical about it. It was in the part of town where I basically never go to, which made sense on how I had never seen it before. Harry swears that it was the best diner he's ever been to so I had to trust his word.

"I don't understand why people are scared to eat in front of people," I shrugged as I took a bit of my french toast. "We all eat so why should we be scared to do it in front of other people?" 

"I guess you're right," he shrugged.

"Why did you want to hang out with me?" I asked him, leaning back in my seat.

"I'm not all that sure," he answered at first before thinking of what to say next. "I've heard people talking about you before and thought I should hang out with you to form my own opinion," 

"And what is your opinion on me?" I was intrigued by his answer.

"I haven't been around you enough to properly form an opinion on you, but so far you're good company," 

"I'm glad I'm good enough company to where you wake me up on a Saturday and drag me out of my house," I said, eating some more of my hashbrowns.

"Why is it you didn't want me to pick you up?" he asked. "Did you not want me to know where you lived?"

"It's not that, no," I shook my head. "You've heard the names people at school call me, right? Rich girl?" 

"I have, yeah," he nodded.

"I don't like people seeing my house," I answered. "Yes, my parents have money. But that isn't who I am. My parents have the money, I don't. The only people that are ever at my house are either my relatives or my best friends. If other people that I'm not remotely close to know where I live they'll treat me differently because of my house or they'll use me for things, so I play it safe and don't ever let anyone come over," 

"I understand," he nodded.

"How do you understand?" 

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked and I nodded. "My parents are also rich," 

I furrowed my eyebrows at the secret he shared. 

"Have you never heard how many of my friends or people from the football team ever complain about why I don't let them come over to my house?" he asked.

"I don't really pay attention to any of them," 

"Well, they are always trying to invite themselves over which I always refuse because I don't want them knowing that I'm also "rich"," he said, putting quotations around him being rich.

"Not even your close friends know this about you?" 

"I'm not really close to anyone, really," he said. "I talk to a lot of people, but not enough to let them inside my life so much,"

"Then why are you telling me about this?" 

"Because I asked you about why you didn't want people at your house so I thought it was fair for me to do the same," 

"You are something else, Styles," I smiled.

"Are you ready to go to the next place?" he asked as he waved down the waiter to get the check.

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" I asked. "You wouldn't let me drive myself," 

"I guess not then, Lamay," he smiled, teasing me with my last name.

I could already tell I was going to have a fun day today. He might have woken me up on a Saturday morning where I wanted to spend my day alone, but I'll have a good time being with him. There was something about him that made me want to spend time with him. It could be his personality or just him in general, I'm not quite sure. 

The only question that I have for myself is if I'm ready to let someone else into my life. I've let Aspyn and Brynley into my life and that has worked out pretty well for the most part. I guess letting someone else in my life may not be that bad. 

Especially if that someone was Harry. 

I never thought I could let anyone else into my life, but look at me. I'm growing as a person.

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