~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Five(:

*a month later*

Harry and my's relationship was going pretty well. He wasn't my dance teacher anymore, but now he was an assistant. Mrs. Chester offered him the job when she got back. And on the plus side, I get to spend more time with him. He hasn't posted any videos in the month and a half he's been here in Lodi, but he didn't need to anymore. Everyone just Tweeted him now anyways. It still felt like Harry was hiding something, but I haven't said a word. I just loved being with him. Soon, I would get my college acceptance letters and I would find out what school I'll be attending.

Harry and I decided to go get some dinner on the night of our one month anniversary, and the unthinkable happened. I found out what he was hiding. But in the worst way I possibly could...

He pulled up in his car and got out. I heard a knock at the door, and my heart began to race. It's him... My mom opened the door and squealed.

"Harry! It's so nice to see you!"

"Thanks Mrs. Connelly. Is she ready?"

"Dana!"

"I'm coming mom!" I yelled as I ran to the top of the stairs and stopped. I looked at my baby blue summer dress and the curls on the side of my face. I hope he likes it. I stood over the railing and looked down at Harry. He was wearing a black tux with a blue rose tucked into the hanky pocket of his blazer.

"You look amazing Harry," I said loudly, towards him.

He turned to me and smiled. He studied my outfit before letting his eyes lock with mine.

"You look... absolutely beautiful," he whispered.

I began to walk down the stairs, and as I reached the last step, there he was, his hand outstretched to me. I put out my hand and he grabbed it, cupping my hand in his. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my hand. How sweet...

I stepped away from the stairs and towards Harry, leaning over to him, giving him a small peck on the cheek. He smirked and then pulled the rose out of his jacket.

"For you my love."

It was a blue rose... I barely even got a red rose from any of my past boyfriends, but Harry... He gave me a blue one. I sniffed it an have it to my mom.

"Put it in water for me?"

"Of course," she said with a smile. Harry put his arm around my waist and put his forehead against mine. Mom took a picture, but I didn't even care. I put my hand on his face and then pulled him into a kiss. Mom took another picture.

"Mom," I mumbled.

"I'll just go put this in water. Have fun you two," she said as she left.

"Let's go before she chases us outside with that camera."

Harry walked me to his car and I got in. When Harry got in, he was grinning from ear to ear.

As we drove, Harry held my hand. But he stayed quiet. He began humming the same song I heard him hum a few weeks ago.

"Are you ever going to tell me what that is?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

We finally arrived at a posh L.A. type restaurant.

"Harry, this is amazing," I told him as he helped me out. He kept his hand intertwined with mine.

We walked in, but there weren't very many people. We walked over to the hostess, still hand in hand.

"Table for two."

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes. It's Styles."