The Mystery Girl

Emma was a normal teenage girl when one day her life is flipped upside down. She meets a cheeky boy named Harry Styles from the band One Direction. She instantly is mesmerized by his green eyes. She continues to bump into Harry, but he never learns her name. Are they mean't to be, or will the remain strangers searching for lost love?


39. Steak or Salad?

Harry's POV

"I'm going to go eat dinner with Len, to catch up, you know?" Emma says. She had a thigh length black dress on with minimal makeup. She looked beautiful. Why don't we ever go out to nice dinners? 

"Yeah...Ok." Emma smiles and leans to kiss me. I don't kiss her. "Why don't we ever do nice things? I mean, you look beautiful in sweat pants, but you never dress up for me...!" Emma steps away from me.

"Well, I'm sorry if you want me to put on a short dress every night, but I'm not that kinda girl..." She turns around and walks out of the door.


Len's POV

Emma walks out of the door. My smile fades when I see she is crying. "What happened? Em! What's wrong?" 

"Its's nothing, ok? Lets just go eat..." I nod my head, but I am still worried about her. She takes my hand and pulls me into the restaurant. It wasn't a very planned 'date' so I didn't have a reservation. Luckily an older couple was finishing their meal as we walked in. It was probably more because Emma is Harry Styles' girlfriend. 

We sit down and look at the menus. "The steak sounds good," She says, setting the menu down on the table.

I decide on what to get and the waiter arrives at our table. "What can I get for you two today?"

"I'll have the salad," Emma says. I frown and order my food. The waiter nods and walks away.

"I thought you were getting the steak?" I ask her.

"The steak has too much fat, I am sticking with the salad," She says. I frown, but don't say anything more in fear I will make her mad.

Our food comes and we begin to eat. She picks at the crunchy leaves and I dig into my steak.

She finishes her salad and iced tea and glares at the steak. "Would you like some?" I ask her. She nods her head.

"Yes, please!" She takes a few bites and sets down her fork. "Thank you," She whispers.  

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