Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


5. New Feelings

I woke up to a rainy morning. The windows were cracked half way, the morning breeze had the curtains flowing from the ground. The lamp beside my bed had a dim light bulb, making the room look darker. Beside the lamp was a cup of tea; it was not too cold, but by the low steam, I could tell it had been set here recently. I took a sip of it, sitting up. Olivia's bed had been empty. Where could she be? It was still too early to be awake. The memories of last night came back flooding in my mind. The stained mascara on my cheeks had hinted me that I cried myself to sleep. I wiped my face with my sleeve, making the stiff feeling disappear. I sat up over the covers and viewed my phone. Four missed calls and seven unread text messages. All from Ryan. I turned off my phone and got up. I could hear a quiet voice from the telly. I walked into the living room to see Harry glancing at his tea. He looked up at me with a shy 'good morning' smile.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked him. my voice was a bit raspy and weak. I cleared it and waited for a reply. "Olivia left a note, she was staying the night again at Niall's. I stayed just in case you longed for someone's company." he answered. Then I realized something. He really wasn't self-obsessed. He was this very concerned and kind guy who was turning out to only want to be my friend. I smiled and gave him a hug. "Thank you." I whispered, pulling away. I joined him on the couch, now realizing how soft the couch cushion was. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. I shrugged; what else am I suppose to do? "I'm feeling okay, I guess." I lied, but it didn't matter. "What, that's it? You don't want to talk about it?" he asked me. The telly was the only light in the room right now, so it was hard to understand his facial expressions. "I don't really open up to people about problems." I told him. "You can't keep things bottled up, it's not healthy." he started. I knew he was right, but what else was I suppose to do? "He doesn't realize how bad he messed up. He lost this beautiful and funny girl for some skank who probably would get bored of him in a week. You're amazing, this is not your fault so please don't think it was." he said. I nodded. "Thanks." I shook of the thought of it being my fault and returned to my normal self.

"So Styles, you won your bet. When do you want this 'date' you asked for?" I asked him. he just gave a little chuckle and a shake of his head. "No, it's alright." he grabbed his empty cup of tea and guided me into the kitchen. I sat on the counter across from the sink. "I promised you. I don't break a promise." I told him. He let out a small sigh when the cup hit the bottom of the sink. He faced me and smiled. "Alright, Whenever you want that date, tell me." he grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal. "How much cereal do you want?" he asked me. I gave him a quirky smile. "Maybe I don't want cereal." I teased. "Well what do you want, your highness?" his eyes looked over into mine. "Strawberries!" I cheered. He chuckled, looking through the fridge. "Well I guess I'll have to go to the store to get it." he said. I let out a fake sigh and gave him my puppy face. "Okay, be safe." I told him. "Yeah yeah, I'll be back." he waved goodbye and walked out of the building. I went to watch some Family guy on the telly as I waited.

I felt a bit better knowing at least someone cared to stay here and bring me company. I didn't worry as much for Ryan. Even though I was hurt and I some what miss him, it was this free feeling I had now. I waited a good ten minutes before he came in. His clothes, his hair, his shoes were all soaked from all the rain. "Oh jeez! Let me get you a towel." I told him. We both walked over to the bathroom in my bedroom and I got a towel out of the linen closet. "Thanks." his voice close to my ear as he grabbed the towel. "I bet you Niall has clothes here." I gasped, running to Olivia's dresser. Yes, there was a whole outfit. "It's fine, I don't need his clothes." he tried persuading me to let him just wear wet clothes. "You'll get sick! take your shirt off." I told him, pulling the clothes out and onto the bed. I looked over to see him shirtless. He had everything. The smile, the eyes, and the body. I wouldn't lie if he asked if it was good because his body was fine. I know, that's probably weird but hey, I am allowed to judge now. I quickly looked away and gave him his shirt. "I didn't realize it was still raining out." I told him. "I didn't realize you liked my abs so much. Damn." he joked. I giggled. "Oh shut up. You wish I was looking." I joked as well. I turned around and got his pants and boxers. "You can put this stuff on yourself, right?" I joked. He smiled. "Yeah, if you turn." he said. I turned around, facing the dresser. He finished changing. "Do you want anything to heat you up? Like hot chocolate?" I asked him. "No, but I want you to have those strawberries." he knew I was a bit hungry. I was, I really was. We again made our way to the kitchen to eat some strawberries.

We decided to sit on the counter instead of at the table, it was just something we both preferred. We sat facing each other, cross-legged, with a bowl of strawberries. "You know what else I got?" he asked me. I shrugged. Slowly, he pulled out a can of whip cream. "You didn't!" I was fangirling over a can of whip cream. How lame am I? "I did. Whip cream is the best medicine." he informed me. I put a lot of cream on top of the strawberries and handed the can to Harry. He put some on his and then sprayed some on my nose. "Thanks." I sarcastically said, wiping it off. I grabbed the can in had him open his mouth. Instead, I sprayed the whip cream on his face to make it look like a beard. It was great to actually have a guy friend. I know a lot of people say guy friends equal less drama, but it was true. I felt loose with Harry. He made me feel relaxed and happy. Isn't that what you should feel with all your friends? "so this date thing..." I began. "It can be any day you pick, love." he said. I nodded, thinking to myself. "Tonight?" I blurted out. He looked puzzled at me. "Really?" he seemed surprised. "Yeah, I'm very curious on how Harry Styles is like on a date. Especially when he's on a date with a normal girl like me." I explained. He nodded. "Okay. Well hey, the rain has stop and I guess I'll let you sleep some more before the date." he kissed my forehead and grabbed his wet clothes. "Actually, I'll dry those." I told him. He smiled and nodded. "Thanks, I'll see you tonight around 6:30ish?" he waved goodbye and walked out of my hotel room. I decided to nap now. I didn't wake up until I heard the sound of my phone being turned on. Olivia was looking up at me.

"Hun, I've been trying to call you!" she said. "Sorry, Ryan was trying to call me." I said. I got out of my bed and noticed a big smile on her face. "I heard you have a little date tonight." she whispered. I nodded. "As friends." I reminded her. "Shit, what time is it actually?" I asked her. "5:28pm" she told. "Oh my god! help me get ready!" I panicked. she turned on the hot water for my shower and as I showered, she picked out the outfit. When I came out with the towel wrapped around my body, I noticed a midnight blue pencil skirt, a blue and white stripped short sleeved shirt, and black flats laying a crossed my bed. "Hurry, get dressed. I need to do your hair." she quickened my speed. I got dressed in it and picked out some good mascara we had. She put my hair into this messy bun that had my bangs flowing in place. She applied a light blush and a bit of eyeliner on my waterlines. I was now done. As she walked out, I could hear Olivia announce my name. "Kaylie Sitter, you may now come in." she called. As I left the bedroom, I felt a pair of eyes on me. They were Harry's. "You like?" I asked, spinning in a circle. He nodded. "Beautiful." is all he said, That's all I wanted to hear. Harry was wearing a dark blue blazer with a grey shirt and blue skinny jeans. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded and we both made our way through the crowd to the car. We were now on our way to dinner.

We parked in a fancy parking lot of a fancy and expensive restaurant. "Harry, I cant pay for this." I mumbled. "Love, you're on a date with Harry Styles. You don't pay for dinner." He told me. I smiled and walked in, my arm around his. We got a table and finally sat down. "You know, for someone who doesn't like One Direction, you sure act like you do." he chuckled. "How's that?" I asked. "You love Nando's like Niall and wear stripes like Louis." he smiled. I laughed at that. "Well you guys aren't so bad." I confessed. "Yes, I was wrong. I'm sorry." I told him. "I was wrong about you, too." he told me. I just gave him a confused looked. "I thought of you as this obnoxious girl who liked to pick on people. Now, I see you as this incredible girl who, of course, loves to pick on people." he jokes. "Well I guess we shouldn't judge before we get to know." my finger slowly traced a design on the back of his hand. The waitress came over to us with a smile. "I'm Taylor, I'll be your waitress. How may I start you off tonight? Any appetizers, any drinks?" she asked him. "Can we actually get our drinks and dinner ordered now?" I asked both Harry and Taylor. She nodded, and so did Harry. He smiled at me and noticed that I was really hungry. His smile was so adorable. Wait, did I just call him adorable? No, he is just a friend. my friend. I'm still broken hearted and I love Ryan even though I can't have his cheating ass. I don't want one anyway. "Could I have the Chef's salad with a side of chicken noodle soup?" I asked. "What kind of dressing?" "Ranch, please." she wrote it down in her notepad. Then, her face got all bubbly when she looked over at Harry. "And for you, Mr. Styles?" she was utterly starstrucked, it sickened me. "I'll have the medium rare steak with the mashed potatoes on the side." he said. "With hot veggies?" she blushed when he smiled at her. "Yes please." he gave her the menu and so did I. "I will be back with your orders." she said, walking away. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him. He acted as if it didn't happen.

"So, tell me about you. You're family. What are they like? he was very interested in my childhood. "Well, I have two brothers, Younger and older, and a younger sister. The oldest is Derek at the age of 25, then Alex at the age of 12, and lastly little Emma who is 4 years of age. My dad and my mother are divorced, but they both are seeing someone. My dad is married and my mother is happily engaged." I explained. "Wow, that must be amazing." he said, filling my glass with Champaign. "Yes, well, when you have a busy family, it's hard to see at least one of them during dinner. Both my parents work late so I'm always stuck making dinner. Since I go to one of their houses every week, I go to my dad's the days my oldest brother goes to mom's. He watches the younger children while I eat at home. Then we rotate. My oldest brother use to live with his girlfriend but currently, they are in an argument and so he is currently just staying at mom's until they figure things out. I still live with them because I have been too busy exploring the world instead of looking for a house. I first went to Paris with Olivia to visit her Aunt. She was in a bad condition when she lost her husband and we went to support her. She was getting better once Olivia came. The therapists say she has became healthier when Olivia came to visit her daily. She was going through a lot and I don't know, sorry I'm talking too much." I giggled, taking a sip of my Champaign. "Now you, tell me about you." I smiled. "You're alright. Well I have an older sister, Gemma. My parents are also divorced. I live with my mum mostly, I have more of a relationship with her but I still am good with my dad, you know what I mean?" he smiled at me, sending butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah, I know what you mean." I replied. Our food finally came and we started chopping down. "Now, do you have any moves for your dates?" I asked him. he nodded. "When I'm on a date, I will ask her about her father. if there is any negative relationship, I will try to pull her in for a hug. You know, for comfort." he replied. "Smart boy." I joked. "Yeah. What about you?" he took the Champaign and poured some more. "I will try to mess with the guy. He'll try to stop me and when he does, I make that our faces are close together. Suppose my forehead rests on theirs, Our noses touching, our lips inches away. That's when I lean in for a kiss." I explained. his eyes showed me that he never realized that a girl would actually think of doing that. "Wow, that was intense, yet so old school." he joked. I rolled my eyes.

We finally finished our meal and were now outside next to the car. "I don't want the night to end. Maybe a film at your place?" he asked me. I nodded, stepping into his car for the last time for this night. We rushed up to my hotel room and I put Perks of Being a Wallflower in. It was a great movie. There was a note from Olivia telling me she met a girl at Starbucks and she is going to tour around England for the day. She wouldn't be home for the night. I shrugged and laid down on the couch. Harry joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt his breath against my skin. It was relaxing and I felt safe here. Both of us were watching the movie and I could tell I was slowly falling asleep. I couldn't fall asleep until he left. I didn't want him to try and stay the night again. There was something different about this boy. It was this special feeling that he gave me every time we were together. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm starting to fall for him. The movie ended a half an hour later and I was getting even more tired. Harry yawned and smiled at me, but I got up and walked over to his Blazer that was sitting on the chair next to the door. I grabbed his keys so he wouldn't leave just yet. "What are you doing?" he asked me, getting up. "Oh, you aren't leaving until you get these keys back." I announced. He began to walk over but I started running. I ran into the kitchen and he chased after to me. We ran over to the living room where he pushed me to the ground. "Harry!" I laughed as he sat on my stomach. "Don't make me do it." he raised his hands in the air. "No! Please don't." I said. "Give me the keys then." I knew what he was trying to do. "No! You'll leave then." I winked at him. "You asked for it." he began to tickle me like crazy, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"Harry! Stop! Please..!" I begged. He wouldn't stop. He kept tickling me more, making my start to cry. It wasn't sad tears, for once. "Okay! I give in!!!" I finally said. He stopped and looked at me. tried to sit up but he was looking into my eyes. His forehead resting on mine, our noses almost touching. Wait, did he really want to kiss me? Did I want to kiss him? I looked down at his lips and  then at his eyes. He then slowly pulled away, getting off of me. "I have to get going." he mumbled. No. "Really?" I didn't want to leave now. "Yeah, I'm sorry" he quickly got his blazer and stood next to the door. "I had a great night. It was the best night I've had in awhile, actually." he didn't say anything else. He stared into my eyes. I stared into his. I didn't want him to leave. I really didn't. He opened the door and waved goodbye. I waved goodbye too, watching him leave. I stood next to couch, remembering the last few minutes that had happened. Why did he just leave. My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. It was Harry. His eyes looked deep into mine. He was looking for something, but what? "I forgot something." His voice was deep and shaky. He walked over to me, slowly at first, but then what seemed to be rushing over. "Harry?" he grabbed me and pushed me to the wall. My heart was racing faster, I was breathless. I mean, he was breath taking. He wrapped his arms around my waist and quickly, without hesitation, he smashed his lips on mine. In shock, I slowly closed my eyes. He slowly brought me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed back. He was using his tongue to ask for permission to enter and I let him. I ran my fingers through his curls. I can't believe what was happening. Everything was going so fast. He slowly pulled for a bit, then back into a kiss. we kissed for another minute until he finally pulled away and smiled. "Goodnight, beautiful." he whispered. I watched as he slowly made his way back out the door.

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