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3. Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning to my buzzing phone. I reach over to the bed side table and grabbed it. “Pick you up at 6 tonight” from Harry. I did a half smile before putting it back down. I rolled out of bed grunting, I didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed. I stumbled down the stairs, I was still half asleep, I didn't realize how tired I was until I crashed last night. “Morning Rickie.” My mum greeted me in the kitchen. I just grumbled something in reply. “Any plans for today?” She asked. I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and a box of cereal from the pantry. “Um, I have a date.” I told her while pouring Fruit Loops into my bowl. “With that Harry guy?” She questioned. I grabbed the milk out of the fridge and poured it into my cereal. “Yes, I saw him last night at the movies and Sophie left me so I had to ride home with him.” I told her putting the milk up and grabbing a spoon from a drawer. “What does he look like?” She asked. I ate a spoonful of cereal before answering.

“He's about a foot taller than me, he has dark brown curly hair, piercing green eyes, he's fit.” I rattled out then put another spoonful in my mouth. “Well have fun tonight, I have to go to work bye.” She kissed me goodbye the left. I finished my bowl off and put it in the sink then went back upstairs. I had never been on a date so I didn't know what to expect. I really only had one other boyfriend and that was when I was sixteen, three years ago. It was ten so I had plenty of time to get ready and do nothing.

I decided to go for a run. I found some sweats and a running shirt in my dresser and I changed into them. I brushed my hair and pulled it up. I grabbed my running shoes and put them on. I headed downstairs with my iPod and did a quick stretch before going out. I didn't know how much I wanted to run, I just wanted to think. Last night Harry said I was different, but in a good way. What does that mean? Why would he want to take me out so bad? I wasn't special. The same questions went through my head over and over again, before I knew it I was at the coffee shop. I decided it was a good spot to turn around. Running back to my house the same things went through my head plus what was going to happen on the date. I could Harry was not stranger to anything sexual, I was kind of afraid that he would pull something. I didn't really like him that much, I admit he was growing on me, but not that much. I returned home and went to the kitchen for some water. I laid on the kitchen floor, the titles transferring their cool feel to my hot body, it felt nice. I don't know how long I laid there but I fell asleep.

I was startled from my nap when I heard a knock on the door. I found the strength to get my self up off the floor and walk towards the door. I opened it and it was Sophie. “What time is your date?” She asked walking right in. “Six, how did you find out?” I questioned shutting the door following her up to my room. “Zayn told me. So we got what three hours?” She said as she was going through the clothes in my closet. “Okay you need to go take a shower you sweaty hot mess while I pick you out something to wear.” She ordered me as she pushed me into the bathroom. I stripped down and turned the water on and jumped in. I hadn't ran in about a month and my legs weren't ready for running that much. I let the hot water run over my sore legs. I finished my shower and turned the water off and getting out. I dried my self off and wrapped the towel around my naked body and walked out. “Okay pretty lady go put this on.” Sophie ordered hanging me things on hangers. I grabbed some underwear and a bra and went back into the bathroom. Sophie had pick out some tight skinny jeans and a blue loose fitting sweater that hung over shoulder. I got dress and looked in the mirror, Soph did a good job, the outfit hugged all the right curves and showed skin in all the right places. I opened the bathroom door and showed her. “Hot, if I was a guy I would do you.” She laughed, it made me blush. I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth again. My hair was starting to dry and I thought I would just leave it down. I brush my red curls over to one side and let it hang off my shoulder.

It was around five-thirty when Sophie left, not long after there was a knock on front door. I opened it to see big green eyes and dimples. He was dressed nice, jeans that were almost as tight as mine and plain shirt with a blazer over it. I grabbed my bag and keys and shut the door locking it behind me. “So where are you taking me?” I asked as he opened the door for me.

“It's a surprise.” He whispered back. I got in and he shut the door then walked around to the driver's side. He got in and started the car then sped away from my house. “How old are you?” I asked about ten minutes into the drive. “Twenty.” He answered back looking over at me.

“You go to a university?” He not looking away from the road

“Bristol. I start in August” I answer looking over to him. His jaw looked tight, he seemed uneasy. That was all the talking we did in the car. A few minutes later we pulled onto a drive that lead up a hill. We can around a curve and I saw a building, I couldn't make out what the sign said. Harry parked the car and got out then opened my door taking my hand as I got out. I looked at him and he released my hand.

“Styles.” He told the guy at the door. He motioned us to follow him so we did. We were at some Italian restaurant I had never been to before. We were in a table in the back by a corner, it was private almost. The guy handed us menus and left. I looked over the menu for the least expensive thing. I didn't want to feel bad. A waiter came over and took our order. “I'll have the shrimp scampi and you?”

“Oh just the chicken Alfredo.” I told him handing him the menu. We sat there quietly for a few minutes. “How far have you gone?” Harry asked staring at me.

“That's none of your business.” I protested taking a sip of my water.

“I was just asking.” He stated taking a drink. I wanted to ask him the same thing, but I already knew the answer. He asked more questions and I answered, he answered some of them as well. During this time he didn't seem like a vile pig that only wanted one thing, he seemed like an actual nice guy. I felt his hand on my knee under the table, but it didn't move any higher, his hands we massive. Our food finally came we continued to talk while we ate. We were bonding it felt like. We finished our food and payed the bill and left.

The whole car ride was silent. I don't see how that could happen. He drove up to my house and parked the car. “Thanks for tonight, it was nice.” I told him staring into his eyes, they were mesmerizing. He nodded and got out of the car. I unbuckled and got out as well. He walked me up to the door again. “Thanks again Harry.” I told messing with my keys. I went to unlock the door when I was stopped. Harry had grabbed my forearm, I stared at him not knowing why he did. He ducked his head down to mine and gave me a kiss right under my ear. He moved closer to me as he did only to pull away soon after. It didn't last long, but it was nice. After he pulled away I looked at him, he turned and started back to his car. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was developing a crush on him.  

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