Harry opened the door of the escalade for me. He took the backpack hanging loosely on my shoulders, holding it in his lap as he crawled in after me.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"What are we then..?"
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked to me. "What do you mean love?"
"Well you said you liked me and asked me to come here so is this like a date date or a best friend not date date?"
"Louis.." He laughed softly, turning his head to look at me.
"What?" I huffed out a breath, staring up at him with a small pout on my lips.
"It's a date date."
Holy shit. I was on a date date with Harry Styles. This all moved too quickly. Yesterday I was still worrying over dying when I met him and now I didn't have to worry about my heart, and Harry fucking Styles was taking me on a date date to his concert.
He interrupted me from my thoughts, tapping lightly on my shoulder. "Lou?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"What about I take you out to dinner? Before the concert?"
Oh my god.