The pretty girl who fell in love with Harry styles

A One Direction fanfiction.. obviously. Maddy also known as madds meets One Direction in quite unusual circumstances and when she falls for Harry Styles, her world spins out of control... Harry Styles, One Direction, 1D, Louis Tomlinson. Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan


4. Chapter 4

"I'm going on a date with Harry Styles." I stared aimlessly into my closet.

"Yes, Maddy, you are." Makayla said sarcastically.

"What time is it?" I asked Makayla.

"4:45," she replied, "What's on our agenda? We have about an hour and 15 minutes till Harry arrives."

"Um, I'm going to take a shower and then I just need to blow out my hair." I said. 

"Alright, just don't take your usual 45 minute showers, ya?" she said.

"I'll be out in 15 minutes." I said, smiling.

I got out of the shower, water dripping off of me, and wrapped my robe around my body. I stepped into my room and Makayla was flipping through an old magazine.

She looked up, "You said 15 minutes!" she shouted.

"How long was I in there?" I asked.

"A half an hour!" she shouted.

"Sorry! You could've knocked on the door!" I said, trying to dry my soaked hair with a towel.

"I did. Twice," she said, "Oh great rendition of 'I Want' by the way." I just rolled my eyes in response.

"Come on then, let's go do your hair!" Makayla said, pulling my arm. 

Makayla and I stood in my bathroom, trying to dry my dripping wet hair with my extremely old hair dryer. After struggling to get my hair done, we finally finished… with 25 minutes to spare.

"Please tell me you have an outfit picked out," Makayla pleaded.

"You're joking right?" I said, pulling out my outfit, a black skirt that fell a few inches above my knee and got longer in the back and a pastel aqua top.

"At least you did something right!" Makayla said, giving me a friendly shove.  

I shoved her back, "Get out so I can change!" 

 "Okay, just a reminder, you have about 15 minutes," Makayla managed to get in before I pushed her out the door. 

I put my outfit on and strapped on some strappy, black sandals. I put some deodorant on, a few splashes of perfume, and I grabbed my clutch. I ran down the stairs and almost tripped over my feet.

"Slow down," Makayla followed behind me.

"I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH HARRY FUCKING STYLES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, sending me into a laughing fit. Makayla joined in, and we fell onto the couch. Immediately after we landed on the couch in my living room, the door bell rang. Makayla and I glanced at each other and before I could get up, Makayla was racing towards the door. 

"Makayla," I whispered, "stop!" But she paid no attention to me.

"Who is it?" Makayla called out, her head leaning on the door's peep hole.

 "Harry fucking Styles," Harry's voice teased from the other end of the door. 

Makayla looked back at me. My eyes were wide open and my hands covered my mouth in disbelief. "He heard us!" I whispered again.

Makayla ran towards me and pushed me towards the door. I fell onto it and slowly pulled it open, to find a cheeky little Harry Styles standing at my door step. I tried to think of how many times I imagined this moment and now it was actually happening.

"Hi there," Harry smirked.

"Hello," I blushed.

"Ready to go?" he held out his arm.

"Ya," I said, looping my arm into his. I turned back and winked at Janet. She was now standing in the door way.

"Don't stay out too late you cheeky devils," Makayla called out. 

Harry turned over to me and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll have her home by 10," he called out.

He walked me over to the passenger seat of his car, opened the door like a perfect gentleman and closed it after I took my seat.

The car ride was quick and pretty silent, with the exception of a little small talk. 

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"Just a little restaurant," he gave a tiny smile.

"Is that all I'm getting out of you?" I laughed.

He laughed in return.

We came to a stop in front of a small door in the middle of the street. Harry drove the car to the side and a valet opened the passenger door for me. I stepped out and Harry met me on the sidewalk. Just above the door, there was a sign that read Bella'sin bold, cursive letters. Harry held out his elbow again, and I grabbed hold of it. Another valet opened the door to the restaurant and I was welcomed with a cool gush of wind. We walked in and the restaurant opened up in front of my eyes. Gold chandeliers hung from the ceilings of the low lighted restaurant. The restaurant was nearly full and there was hardly any walking room.

We walked up to the hostess stand, "The reservations under Styles," Harry spoke.

"Of course," the hostess said, "Right this way," grabbing a few menus and leading us to our table. As we walked through tables and made our way to our table, we got a few glances.

We sat at our table and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Wow."

"Do you like it?" Harry smiled.

"Ya, it's just so overwhelming," I breathed out.

"The food is great here," he stated.

"Good, I'm starving!" I was a bit too honest.

Harry chuckled in return.

A tall, brunette women made her way toward our table. "Hi, I'm Emma's , I'll be your server today," she said. 

I could tell she recognized Harry from the double take she did.

"May I take your order?" she asked.

"Ya I'm going to have the pasta Bolognese," said Harry.

"I'll have the same," I smiled, "and some water please."

"Sure," Emma said and walked away. 

I turned towards Harry and whispered, "Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure," he said, leaning his towards mine.

"I have no idea what I just ordered," I cracked a nervous smile.

He chuckled, "Don't worry it's really good."

"I'm taking your word for it," I said.

We ate our food, and Harry was right, it was delicious, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable the entire night.

Harry paid the bill and we began to walk out of the restaurant. The valet brought the car out immediately and we didn't really talk on the way home. The restaurant was fairly close to my house. WE got home and Harry stopped in front of my house. We sat there in silence for a moment. Harry seemed down.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You didn't like the date did you," he asked turning his body to face me.

"What are you saying? The restaurant was gorgeous," I said.

"Yes, but you didn't enjoy it," he said.

"How do you know?" I argued.

"Please don't lie to me…" Harry said, looking into my eyes.

"… It's not that I didn't like it, it's just didn't feel like we were getting to know each other. I mean isn't that what first dates are meant for? I was just waiting for Harry "The Charmer" Styles to come out and surprise me with something unique. I mean you're the one who said a unique girl deserved a unique surprise, right?" I said.

He smiled.

"But I loved your company tonight, Harry," I smiled.

"Me too," he said.

"You liked your own company?" I asked. 

"No, I mean- I meant that I liked your-"Harry babbled.

I cut him off, "I know what you meant," I smiled bashfully, "I was just teasing." 

He laughed, "I want to make it up to you. I want to take you on a second date and something you'll enjoy this time."

"I'd love to," I said.

"Great, so where would you like to go? Please tell me so I don't screw it up again." Harry said. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

I thought about it for a minute. It had to be somewhere romantic, but subtle. Somewhere where we could just talk… My mind was blank, but then it hit me.

"I have just the place," I said.

"Okay where?" Harry waited.

"It's a surprise, "I said getting out of the car, "I'll text you the address. Meet me there tomorrow morning around sunrise."

"You want me to get up on a Sunday at 6 am?" Harry looked stunned.

"I promise it'll be worth it!" I said.

"As long as it's unique," he teased.

"Well I picked it out, didn't I?" I teased him back.

He laughed, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Harry," I spoke softly and he drove off.

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