For the Record

Chapter Five

Sarah's P.O.V.

My eyes widened. And yet, I found myself kissing back. It felt a if we were the only people alive. Together in each other's embrace. Just as I started to really get into it, and become comfortable, he pulled away.

I looked at him questioningly.

"I-I'm sorry," he said looking at ground. "I shouldn't have done that. I just met you. We haven't even been out on a date yet for crying out loud, I-" I cut him off.

"No, Harry, it's fine. I usually wait, too, but umm... I'm ok with that. What just happened. Does tonight maybe work? You could come over to my flat, we could go out for dinner, a movie, I'm open to anything really...." I suggested.

"Umm, yeah, tonight sounds good. Now how about that real quick pic and FaceTime call?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, sure! I almost forgot about that!" I said. "Is it ok if we start with the picture first?"

"Whatever works best for you love," he said with a warm, gentle smile. I silently prayed that I remained conscious.

"Ok, cool!"

We took the picture, and then I started FaceTiming Catherine. I had already sent her the photo, but she knows I'm already a master at photoshopping. I told Harry to stay out of the camera until a few seconds after she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey CJ," I said. "Did you see the pic?"

"Yeah, lemme guess, you edited it."

That's when Harry came into view of the camera.

"Actually, we really did take that photo love," he said calmly.

"Um-um-um..." Catherine started. "Sarah, is this for real?"

"Yep," Harry and I said in unison, both popping the p.

"Wait - So Harry Styles really asked for your number?" she said, still trying to find a dent in our perfect "lie".

"Yes, I did. In fact, we have a date tonight! We're still working out the details. And, Sarah, can I tell her?" he looked at me now. I just nodded.

"And we already shared a kiss!" he said proudly, smiling at himself as he did so.

"Sarah, you ARE going to tell me every single detail later, riiiiiight?" she looked at me like my parents would when I was younger. That, you know you are, and you don't really have a choice look.

"Yes, Catherine. Of course. I'll call or text you later. Haz and I have details to work out," I smiled up at him as I said that last part. He smiled back.

"Yeah, sure, of course. C'ya!" she waved and the call ended.

"So, um, tonight?" he asked.

"Um, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Um, how about I take you for dinner..." he started. "Pick you up around, hm, 7:00? And, if it's ok with you, do you think I could maybe come over and hang at your flat for a while?"

I smiled.

"I would love that."