Harry Styles - 1558 words
“Come on, it will be fun! I know him and I assure you he isn’t a creep!” Jenna slaps her hands against her bare legs, the weather had been scorching the last couple of days, making me and my roommate drag around the house in just our bikini’s. Or she’d spend the day by her boyfriend’s pool.
“You can say that now, but what are you going to tell when you have to give a speech at my funeral? I’m sorry I made her go out on a blind date seeing as how she is now raped and murdered about to go into the ground forever..” I state in a wimpy, sorrow filled voice before I dryly chuckle and push all of the hairs out of my face with flattened hands. I did trust Jenna with all my heart, and she would never endanger me in any way. If she said this guy was to be trusted, then I would go on that date.. in fifteen minutes.
“What is he like?” I dare to ask, standing up from my position on the bed to walk over to my closet in search for a loose summer dress. “He is a very friendly guy, from the times that I’ve met him. Rich guy too.” I let a little laugh escape my lips, shaking my head as I hold two dresses out in front of me for her to pick. “The green one.”
I pull the dress over my supporting bikini, sighing as I feel the material already stick to the skin on my back, fingers threading through my hair to get the curls to loosen and fall in waves over my back. Jenna has spent way too many hours styling my hair, although it would frizz up immediately when the air would be just a bit too humid.
“You’re looking great dear. I’ll order a taxi for you.” Jenna claps my shoulder enthusiastically before disappearing down the hallway to retrieve her phone. I let a deep, ragged sigh leave my lips as I fall down onto the seat in front of my small mirror, searching through my make-up for that lipstick I bought last week which would go great with this dress.
Apparently I take a little too long because before I know it, Jenna is calling me down since the taxi arrived. I’m sent on my way with my purse pressed into my hands and a slap against my ass. Nerves are coursing through my body as my eyes wander over the illuminated city, taking me to where I’d agreed to meet this mystery man. The only thing Jenna wanted to share with me before I was sent off was that his name was Harold Styles and I rolled my eyes at the old sounding name.
“Owh shit.” I groan as the taxi driver stops in front of what appears to be a rather fancy restaurant. I push the money into his hands and step out into the warm summer air. I wasn’t very wealthy, neither was my family and seeing the place this Harold picked out he was loaded. I tried to recollect myself, taking a few shallow breaths before me and my undressed ass pulled themselves inside to be met with a nice, elder waiter, holding a book.
have a reservation, miss?” I smile as I nervously rub my elbow, eyes skimming
around the room for one guy on his own. “Uhm, I think so. Styles?”
The man skims through his book, tapping his pen against the side. “Ah, yes. Reservation for two. Your date has already arrived, miss.” The man smiles at me and I grin stupidly in return, motioning me to go around the corner. My heels click against the dark wood as I feel my heart hammer in my chest.
Styles is sitting there, playing with the rim of his empty wine glass, looking
equally as nervous as I was mere seconds ago. “Uhm, Harold?” I whisper, making
the boy shoot his eyes towards mine, a smile toying on his lips, dimples
immediately visible making me swoon on the spot.
“You must be Y/n. I’m Harry. Please, take a seat.”
Harry was one attractive human being to say the least. His hair was streaked back, clearly by his fingers that had coursed through the chocolate brown locks over and over again. He had a mesmerizing smile, drawing you in completely, accompanied by those dimples. And last but not least, the second our eyes met I felt like I could drown and stare at them forever. This boy was downright handsome.
“You seem familiar.” I state as I sit down, eyebrows still furrowed as I stare at him. Within a few seconds I realize what I am doing and accompany my half glare with a tiny smile, ordering a glass of red wine myself as the waiter comes around. “I thought the same thing when I first saw you walk in here, to be honest. What are you exactly of Daniel?”
“Daniel is my roommate’s boyfriend’s brother. Wow, way to be complicated.” I chuckle, bringing the glass to my lips as I let my eyes roam over Harry’s broad chest. Although the button up was covering most of the tan skin, I just knew whatever underneath there would be exquisite. “And what is Daniel from you?” I decide to ask, fingers trailing over the fancy looking menu, eyes trailing from the man in front of me to the delicious treats this restaurant had to offer.
“Daniel is my best friend. I remember you, you’re that Gale had a crush on.” Harry grins and I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks almost immediately. Gale was another mate of Daniel and one of the most handsome guys I had ever met. Too bad his shitty character was accompanied by that smile.
“Oh yeah, Gale. Something different..” I cough, closing the menu in front of me as I grant Harry with a tight, small smile. I do remember Harry, and I cannot believe I am sitting right in front of him right now. He was always the heartbreaker, the cool guy at the parties which hung around near the keg which the girls swooned over. “Are you still going to those parties?” I question Harry after we’ve placed our order. I am kind of glad that he is technically someone I know, even if that meant I was drooling over him from afar.
“Well yeah, Daniel is never going to stop throwing those, and as a best mate..” Harry chuckles as he leans back, the tips of his swallow tattoos visible from where his shirt was unbuttoned. “I’m glad it was you here tonight. I would catch your weeping ponytail from a mile away, along with that lovely chuckle.” Harry compliments me and I feel my teeth sink into my bottom lip as my cheeks color as red as they can get. “Well Harry, you’re hard to forget, even if I wished.”
“But can I ask, why this expensive restaurant? I would’ve been fine with McDonalds too..” I trail off, my eyes widening at my own words as I scratch my elbow again under the table. Way to go, socially awkward duck. “Oh, Jenna said you would absolutely adore this. Her words, not mine.” Harry holds his hands up in a defensive manner and I giggle freely, letting my hand fall on his as soon as it’s resting on the table again. “Well, I would absolutely adore it if you took me to McDonalds on our second date.”
on a second date with me?”
“Well you haven’t done anything remotely psychotic yet and I’m still alive, so I’m guessing this could be considered a great first date, don’t you think?” I wink as I drop my fork and knife onto my empty plate, gently resting a flattened out hand against my stomach to rub soothingly.
“Your expectations of a great date are extremely pessimistic. But if that means I get a second date with you, I don’t mind one bit.” Harry grins and I roll my eyes at his statement before patting his hand. “Want to go for a walk? I actually don’t want to go home yet.” A nod from him is all it takes for both of us to stand to our feet simultaneously and for me to slip my hand over his forearm to let him lead me.
giggles escape my lips as we round the corner up to my flat door. “You’re
“Well I’m glad you think so.” Harry chuckles and I press myself closer to him, letting go to dig my key out of my coat pocket, momentarily stopping when I let them dangle in front of me, cutting through the silent air.
glad I’ve done this, thank you Harry.” I smile, fumbling with the keys. Harry
merely smiles before his hands comes up and he cups my jaw, my eyelids already
fluttering at his soft touch. Our lips press together as softly as a kiss can
be, and I sigh against Harry’s lips, melting into his body momentarily before
our kiss breaks.
“You and me and Ronald, next Tuesday?” Harry grins against my lips and I chuckle and nod my head at the same time before pressing my lips to his again.
Lots of love,