It was now a week after the Winter Formal. I really wanted to spice my look up for the Winter holidays so I went to the salon.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The front desk woman asked.
"Well, I would really like to get a different look than what I have now. Can you help me with that?"
"Of course!" She directed me to a seat in front of a mirror and a man by the name of Liam Payne cut my hair.
I ended up with a bob, and ombre blonde tips at the end. It looked amazing.
Today was the last day of school, well at least until January. Today was also the day of me and Harry first date (if the winter formal doesn't count, of course). I opened the big front doors and walked down the hall. I was almost at my locker, when someone grabbed my arm, and yanked me back.
"Hey!" I yelled. When I noticed who it was I instantly calmed down. "Hi."
"Hi," Marcel said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Love what you did to your hair! It looks really great on you. Ready for tonight?"
"Thanks, and yeah, how about you?" I asked.
"I'm so ready!" He exclaimed. "I've got everyting planned, just need to set some things up! It's gonna be cool."
I chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that"
"So, wanna go to class?"
"Yeah, let's go." He entangled our fingers. I looked down and smiled.
It was finally the end of the school day. I walked out the doors, with Harry right by my side. Kim and Christina both got off a little earlier this week to go on a vacation. I however was going to stay here all winter. It's not bad, because the weather is really nice here in Abu Dhabi, this time a year, and Harry's gonna be here too! I started walking towards the bus stop, while Harry walked towards his car in the parking lot. He must have noticed me not going to the place where my parents pick me up, (my car is at the repair shop) because he shouted after me.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking a bus home!" I shouted back.
"Because my parents are both at work and they can't pick me up!" I explained.
"Why don't I drive you?" He offered. I thought about it for a moment, then started walking towards him.
"Okay." I agreed.
**** (skip the ride)****
We arrived in front of my house. He looked up, and gasped.
"Your house is... huge!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah..." I sighed.
"What do your parents do?"
"My mom owns a really popular restaurant, and my dad is a succesful architect." I replied.
"Are they ever home?" He asked.
"My mom is usually at the restaurant. She leaves early in the morning, and comes home really late at night. My dad is almost always at home, because he works from home," I said. "but he works from his office, and almost never leaves it, only to make dinner sometimes." I look down.
"So you don't see them much?"
"No, almost never." I felt my eyes watering, and quickly sniffled, and blinked a few times to make the tears go away.
He leaned closer to me, and took my hand. I looked down at it, then up at his beautiful face and smiled. I was so lucky.
He kissed me short but passionately, before opening his car door, and running to my side. He opened and I stepped out.
"Anything for you."
I smiled and made my way up the steps to the front door, and found my key in my bag. I put it in the lock, and opened the door.
"Come inside," I smiled warmly at him.
He stepped inside, and took a look around.
"My dad, designed it," I said.
"It's amazing. Modern houses like these are really inspiring and fascinating to me," He said.
"Same!" I exclaimed. He turned around and grinned.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Starving!" He exclaimed. I chuckled, and rounded the corner to the kitchen.
I made some sandwiches and placed them on a platter. I took that to the breakfast nook, where Harry was sitting, and set it down right in front of him. Right away, he started to drool (not literally). I could definitely tell, he was hungry.
He devoured his food within minutes, while I sat, and chewed slowly, giggling slightly, at how he suddenly became a wild animal who hadn't had food in days. I laughed out loud, when he was done, and licked the sauce off of his fingers.
"What?" He looked up at me, innocently. I shook my head and continued eating.
When I finished, I looked up at him. "You done?" He asked, I nodded. "Finally!" He groaned. I giggled, and got up. He followed me to the living room, and I turned on the television. The Cleveland Show was on.
I switched the channel, out of habit.
"Hey!" Harry yelled. "Go back," I went back to The Cleveland Show.
"Happy?" I asked.
Harry nodded, grinning like a five-year-old