"I brought you some flowers." Harry says as he stands to walk over to me. I stop him and shut him up.
"Okay, what do you really want?" I say trying to get to the point.
Somehow I wish I would try to like him, but I just can't find the way to.
"I already told you, I want a date." He smirks as he gets closer.
"When?" I say raising an eyebrow.
"Right now." He rushes.
"Umm, I don't think I'm-" I say when he blurts.
"Don't worry Stella, you look beautiful." He says and then winks.
I don't know why, but I'm glad he didn't just hit it and quit it. Maybe we could be something.
"We'll take my vehicle, okay?" He says opening the front door for me.
"Okay. Taylor were leaving!" I scream for her.
"Okay! I'll see you later, Me and Liam have plans anyways!" She screams from her room.
"Alright so, lets go." I say walking out the door.
He opens my door for me which is so sweet. Maybe this won't be so bad.
I just don't know why he would just show up to ask me out.
"Alright what are you hungry for?" he says turning his head to me.
"I'll eat anything." I say very plainly.
"Pig feet it is." He says facing forward.
"What? I can't e-" I stutter.
"That's what I thought, now tell me what you want." He laughs.
"Wow...okay well Chinese?" I say with a worried look on my face.
"Sure. That sounds delicious." He says.
Awkward silence fills the car until we finally arrive to this small place called "China Garden."
"Welcome to China Garden!" An Asian lady says.
"Thanks. 2 please." Harry says looking at her.
"Right this way." She says leading us.
"Booth or table?" She asks.
"Table." I say very calmly.
"No, we want a booth." Harry corrects me.
What?
"Excuse me?" I say looking at him with despise.
"We want a booth." He tells the lady again confidently.
"Okay, here you are." She points awkwardly. I can tell she wants to laugh at us for arguing.
We both sit down.
"Why a booth?" I point out.
"So that way I can face you. I want to see you." He says looking up and down at me.
"Oh." Is all I say.
He makes me feel so awkward and I shouldn't be.
"I really like your hair." He says brushing his warm hands against my head.
"Thank you." I say pulling his hand away.
"I wasn't kidding last night when I said you were feisty." He reminds me.
We look at out Menus and he orders us both a water. I think this is going well.
Harry seems so calm around me. I'm not.
He acts as if we just met until he referred to last night.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" He smirks.
"I don't know." I shake my head.
"Stop being so awkward. Just talk to me." He laughs.
"I don't know what to say." I say nervously.
I feel like such a kid.