A young American tennis player senses someone watching her while she practices, but when her stalker is revealed as singing sensation, Harry Styles, she finds herself falling for him-hard. Her life may never return to the way it was.


19. Worth It

About an hour later she was finally ready.  It wasn't exactly a typical time of day to be eating a meal at, so I figured we wouldn't have to worry about fans and paparazzi.  She walked down the hallway and into the main room and I was speechless.  She looked stunning.  She usually doesn't care about how she looks, but when she wants to look nice, she does.  She had put on a royal purple type of color dress that ended right above her knees.  I had a black belt right around her waist, and below that it poufed out slightly.  It only had one strap, adorned with a sparkly black flower.  Her hair was curled, and part of it was pulled back slightly on one side.  She used a black flower clip with purple sparkles on it.  On her feet was a pair of black boots.  They had a slight heel, making her almost exactly three inches shorter than me.  Her makeup was natural, yet noticeable.  I had never seen a more amazing woman in my life.  She stepped forward shyly, and finally was the one to break the silence.

"Well?" She asked, the rest of the question implied.

"You are absolutely magnificent." I responded, knowing that I didn't even know words strong enough to portray how amazing she looked.

"Thanks!" She responded brightly.  "So where are we going?"

"I figured we could try Olive Garden.  You did say you liked Italian food, right?" I said, quickly thinking of the nicest restaurant I had been to so far.

"It's one of my favorite places!" She responded, sounding even more cheerful than she had before.  So far, so good.

"Well then, let's head off!" I spoke, attempting to match the cheerfulness that she was expressing.

We awkwardly walked through her doorway.  I wasn't quite sure whether or not I should take her hand.  Was it to soon?  She had been extremely angry with me hours ago, and rightfully so.  Now I'm exposing her to potential hate from being with me.  I feel as if I'm ruining her life.  And it's only our first date.  Just walking side by side is enough for me.  We broke the silence by discussing (as always) tennis.  That led to so many other great aspects of conversation that over dinner, I felt as if I'd know her for an eternity.  Being with her made me happy, and judging by her smile, she felt the same way.  I drove us both back to her house, miraculously remembering which side of the street to drive on.  I got out of the car and quickly hurried over to help her out to.  She blushed slightly when I opened the door and got out of the car.  We stood in front of her door just kind of looking at eachother.  She finally spoke.

"That was really fun.  Maybe we could do it again sometime?"  She sounded nervous, afraid that I would say no.  I'm not insane.  Why would I say no to her?

"Nothing would make me happier" I responded.  She blushed, just like she always did when I said cheesy stuff like that.  Then suddenly her facial expression adjusted from happy to concerned and helpful.

"How much do I owe you for the meal?" she said.  Clearly she hadn't been on too many dates with guys who know the traditional way to handle things.  The guy should pay for the first date.

I grabbed her hand in mine as we stood there facing eachother.  "Nothing at all" I spoke.

"But that place is kind of expensiv-"

"But you're worth it" I cut her off.  We said our goodbyes, and I squeezed her hand slightly before she turned and waved from her front hallway.  I turned around and walked back out to my car before driving back to where I was staying, happier then ever.  I had meant every word I said.  However cheesy it may be, I know I finally found a girl who's worth it.

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