He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.


23. 22

Al's P.O.V.



When we got to the restaurant, I noticed the whole place was empty. 

"Uh, Harry?"


"Where is everyone?''

"I kinda rented the place out for us,"

"Harry! You didn't have to do that! That probably cost a lot of money!"

"It did, but it's worth it,"


"Because it's for you," he smiled. I smiled back and pressed my lips against his cheek. A waitress came and smiled at us. 

"Mr. Styles and Ms. Withers, please follow me," she said. We followed her to a table and Harry pulled out my chair. I sat down and watched him as he sat down opposite of me. 

The waitress obviously had a crush on Harry. She pretended as if I didn't exist to the world. Harry noticed what she was doing and he tried to ignore it. The waitress was pretty. Long brown hair and bright blue eyes. The only problem was her makeup. Talk about looking like a clown...

"So, Harry, have you decided what you want? Oh and uh, you too," she said giving me a fake smile.

"Um, I would like the Spaghetti special," I smiled at her. She nodded, writing it down on her notepad. She turned to Harry and he ordered the same as me. 

"With what to drink?"

"Coke," Harry smiled. 

"Um, I'll just have a water,"

"Yeah, you better have a water. You don't need more fat," she muttered, thinking I didn't hear her. I shook it off and turned to Harry as she walked off. 

"Did you hear what she said to you?" he asked concerned. 

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter," I said giving him a smile. 

We laughed and talked until the waitress came back with our food and drinks. She sat down Harry's drink and food carefully, holding his stuff with both hands. She looked at me with an evil smirk and just slid my food onto the table with one hand, causing it to slide onto my lap. I shrieked as the burning hot food scolded my skin, and the heavy plate hit my feet.

"Oops, I'm sorry," she said with a sarcastic tone. "Let me wash it off," she said. Before I could do anything, she dumped my water right on me. I wiped my eyes and opened them. I looked up at her and took Harry's drink, throwing it on her. She screamed and dropped everything out of her hands. She looked up and I saw her mascara running. 

"My mascara!" she gasped. She ran off to the bathroom and I looked at Harry, who was sitting there with his mouth agape. 

"I'm sorry, Harry. I ruined our date,"

"No you didn't, Allyson. Everything's fine," he said.

"Everything's fine? Yeah right,"

"It is. That bitch is the one who ruined things,"

"I need to use the restroom. I don't want to get this all over your car,"

"No it's fine. C'mon, let's go to my place," 

"BUt what about my clothes?"

"You can shower at my house, and I'll let you borrow some of my clothes," he said as we walked out of the restaurant. I turned to him and smiled. 

"Thanks. I would hug you, but I kinda have food on me,"

"You owe me a hug then," he laughed. 

"Thanks for trying to take me out,"

"No problem. Next time, I'll request a male waiter,"

"What if he tries to flirt with me?" I asked with a smirk. 

"He'll regret it," he said putting his arm around me. 

So protective, so manipulative, so... dangerous. 

He's the type of guy I should be staying away from, but he's too irresistible. 




Sorry for the crappy chapter. 

Sorry for the crappy updating.

Sorry for everything. 

At least I updated.

Writer's block sucks. 

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