Dark Harry

I got the idea of the TITLE from a story but the story is written by ME.
"its not important Mia. If you knew who i was then it could put you in danger"
"why? what arent you telling me?"
"I said its not important do keep your big mouth closed and dont stick your nose into my fucking business"
and then the door slammed once again this month.... was he coming back?


3. Getting Ready

Chapter 3. Getting Ready

Mia's P.O.V

After i finished my coffee i walked home. "hello Fifi" i greeted my house keeper with no emotion. "hello Mia. What's wrong darling?" she asked. "i have a date tonight" i said. "so why are you upset?" she asked, concerned. "because i don't know if i want to go on a date with him and i don't even know what to wear" i explained but not really telling her the real reason. "do not worry child. i will go pick out your clothes.. in the mean time you should go shower." she said and i went to take a shower.

*15 minutes later (time: 7:15)*

I put on my robe and went to my bed room just to see a strapless red dress laid on the bed with red heels on the floor in front of it. i put my dress on and blow dried my hair. Then i curled my hair and put on my make up. 

*Ding Dong*

Fifi answered it before i could and i could here them talking. I put on my heels, grabbed my purse and went down stairs. I guess they heard me walking down because when i was about half way down they both turned around to look at me. "bye Fifi" i said as i closed the door behind me. I looked at him and he was smirking. "what?" i asked. "you wore a red dress. i like it when girls wear dresses especially red." i rolled my eyes and he took my hand, shocking me and walked me to his car. He opened the door for me and then closed it and went around and got in the drivers seat. I pulled out my phone and i was texting Felicia about everything that happened today. "put your phone away" he commanded. "why?" i asked. "because its rude to be texting your friend when you are on a date with me, Mia" he explained. I wasn't in the mood to argue and i can tell that he has a bad temper so i put my phone away. "what's your name?" i asked. "Harry. Harry Styles" he said. "where are we going?" i asked. "you'll see" Harry said. "why can't you tell me?" i asked. "you sure do ask a lot of questions." harry chuckled. We drove in silence for a few minutes but then he put his hand on my knee. I didn't say anything at first but then he started to move his hand slowly up my thigh. I coughed awkwardly but he didn't realize. That, or, he didn't care. He kept moving his hand closer and closer to my you-know-what. "harry" i whispered. "yes, beautiful?" he asked. "can you maybe move your hand?" i asked so sweetly. "is it bothering you with my hand like this?" he asked. "kinda" i said. "so it isn't?" he smirked. "can you please just move it?" i said a little louder and he smirked and finally moved his hand to the steering wheel.

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