I’m strutting around my bedroom in the beautiful blue gown Harry delivered earlier and I can’t take my eyes off of it. I can’t even imagine how expensive it was, I would never be able to buy myself something like this, which only made me feel guilty for accepting it.
I went with my usual make-up, however I curled my hair this time. It was curled softly, not tight ringlets but, not a boring wave that I normally had. I’m not a girly girl, but I occasionally like getting dressed up.
I glared at the heels sitting on my bed, not sure what to do with them. I despised heels, they extenuate my calves, not to mention how bad I am at walking in them. They were my sworn enemy. I cringed while staring at them, thinking of all the blisters I’d accumulate if I ended up wearing them.
Oh yeah, and Harry said he’d be here at 7. It was now 8.
I was going to literally kill him when I see him.
Speak of the devil, someone’s banging on the door.
I hurriedly grab the heels and scuff them onto my feet before attempting to rush over to the door. I peer out of the peep hole and my eyes land on Harry. Let’s get this over with.
I take a deep breath before opening the door slowly. All the air seems to escape from my lungs as I take in his impeccable appearance. He wears a black suit and a matching pair of very tight dress pants. His hair is styled up and he’s standing fiddling with his thumbs. Don’t just stand there staring at him say something! My subconscious reminds me. “Hi.” I choke out.
“Hi,” he responds. We both stand there staring at each other for a moment longer before Harry cuts the silence. “Shall, uh, shall we get going?” He questions. I want to tell him yes, but all I manage is a nod. As I step out of the doorway my heel gets caught onto the frame and I tumble forwards. Harry’s quick to react as he catches me by the shoulders and I lean heavily into his arms. He clutches me, mere inches from his face and I’m frozen in place enticed by his emerald eyes. “S-sorry.” I mutter, “I’m not really good at walking in heels.” I admit pulling away. I compose myself breathlessly and look over to see Harry is doing the same.
“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to,” Harry offers. I shake my head I would feel too guilty, they look so expensive and they should get at least some use out of them. I turn to lock up and as we walk down the hallway I stumble once again.
“Screw it,” I decide as we enter the elevator. I hastily kick the shoes off and carry them in my arms, I will give them to Becca or something.
*Harry’s POV*
This girl. She really didn’t care what people thought. She’s wearing an expensive dress, and no shoes. God, I want her so badly. I just hoped I didn’t lose her first.
“Where’s your car?” She asks impatiently.
“Oh, um, out the back.”
“Okay.”
We walked in silence the entire way, brushing shoulders every now and then. We finally reach the car, and open the door for her. I walk around back to my side and fire up the engine.
“Before you ask where we are going, don’t.” I say, sarcastically. She’s silent for a moment, and then of course, she asks, “so then, where are we going?” We both laugh awkwardly and then go back into our state of silence.
I look over at her and say quietly, “You look beautiful.”
I can feel her blushing, and she looks away from me, “eyes on the road.” She chides.
This girl was definitely playing hard to get.
*Emma’s POV*
I can’t wait till this date is finally over. Harry was being, well, Harry, and kept staring at me with those emerald eyes and it was really starting to distract me. I just wanted to know this big secret, so I’d have to sit through this dinner. We pull up to the restaurant and I notice a bunch of people standing outside the restaurant, that’s odd. I turn to Harry, but he doesn’t seem to notice them.
He hops out of the car and runs over to my door.
He pulls it open, “Harry, you know I’m more than capable of opening my own door thanks.” I see his face drop but then that goofy smile returns once again. He looks around at the people in front of the restaurant and I can tell he’s nervous.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just hurry up.” He puts his head down, and once we start getting closer to the crowd he pulls be closer, putting his hand on my waist.
“Harry, don’t.”
“Trust me, you’ll need it.” He says with a sad look on his face.
What is that supposed to mean?
The crowd seems to double as we past them, and they are all pushing us. What the hell?
“Hey, watch it!” I yell at one of the people, who is now holding a camera, flashing it in my face. Harry walks behind me, trying to protect me from all the people. His arms are around me as we push through them all.
“Harry! Harry over here!”
“Harry, who’s the mystery girl?”
“Are you dating?”
“What’s her name!”
“Another girl already?! Whoa slow down Styles!”
They are all chanting the same thing, and Harry and I finally get inside, and I’m furious with him.
“Harry, I swear to god if you don’t explain this right now…”
“I said, at the end of the date, didn’t I?”
“Well, it’s changed. Now.”
“Emma, please.” I was done with this, “Harry no, tell me right now.”
“NO EMMA.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me after the waitress towards our table. I noticed I had forgotten to put on my shoes in the car, this is awkward. I slipped them on before I sat down, hoping no one noticed.
“I swear on my life, I will tell you, after. And if you want, you will never have to see me again.”
“Well, that would be lovely.” I smile, sarcastically.
..
The date finally ends, and the people outside the restaurant is now almost 5 times the size it was when we came in. Who knew Harry could bring such a crowd? I was anxious to know what this secret was, he had to be famous or something. We walk towards the door and he becomes overprotective of me again, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my waist. I’m not going to lie, it did feel a little good.
“Just don’t say anything to them okay?” He says sternly.
I nod. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
I lead out of the restaurant and into the crowded streets. We are barely a few steps out the door and the flashes are already blinding me. Everyone is pushing against us and I feel myself slowly slipping from Harry’s grasp.
“Harry!” I try to scream over the others. Everyone just needed to get out of my god damn way. His arm leaves my waist, but I quickly grab it. I start pulling him through everyone with all my strength, and almost immediately we’re face to face. I become lost in his eyes, and that stupid smile. Before I lose my nerve, I turn and drag him to the car, I needed to get away from these people.
“Well that was fun,” Harry says.
“Does that happen a lot?”
“What, you staring blissfully into my eyes and forgetting that you basically hate me?”
My mouth drops, well this is awkward, “I don’t hate you all the time Harry, only about 80%, only 60 when you aren’t talking.”
We both laugh, and I go to speak, “So, you gonna tell me now.”
“Be patient, young grasshopper.” Oh my gosh, I’m going to kill him. I can’t do anything to him, only annoy him more, which would only make him not want to tell me. And I couldn’t take not knowing anymore.
We drive silently back to my apartment and he walks me up to my room. I unlock my door, and I know he probably won’t even tell me this big secret, so instead I slam the door in his face, he looks up at me with those big green eyes.
“Okay, so, just wait two more seconds before I tell you,”
“Why?”
“Because I need to do something.” I look at him confused. We were only a few inches apart, my heels making me almost his height. I felt his hands against my waist, pulling me closer. And then, he kissed me.
a/n
theyre kissing gross