Shades Of Styles

Manuplative (The End)

(uh, guys...wattpad won't let me go past 200 parts. I can delete my author notes but after that idk what I'll do. Guess I'll have to make a part 2 of this book. Rip. Hope you all will follow me there.)

6 Months Later

Breaking up with Harry use to seem like it was going to be the hardest thing to get through. I stayed up for days on end, unable to shut my brain off. I had to force myself to eat even when I wasn't hungry.

Now, that all feels like a life time ago with how happy I've been the last few months. I've even been talking to someone, I met him through Instagram a few weeks ago and he really does a good job of making me smile.

We agreed to go on our first date this Saturday, I'm super excited but also very nervous. I haven't been on a date in a long time, let alone a first date. But he's promised me that it'll be so much fun and worry free.

As I'm brushing my hair, my best friend and now roommate comes into the bathroom with her makeup bag in hand.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, how's that Jackson guy? Got any plans with him?" She asks. There's nothing I can do to keep the smile from creeping on my face.

"Fine...great-actually. We're going on a date this Saturday." I tell her and I watch her as she watches me in the mirror.

"Oh my god! (Y/N). That's so great!" She exclaims.

"I'm so nervous. I haven't been on a first date in forever. How do I dress? What do I do?" I ask her. She runs quickly and grabs my hands to calm me down.

"Okay, first-breath. It'll be fine. You'll have an awesome time and I bet this guy is 10 times better than any of your exes." She assures me. Well, anyone has to be better than Harry honestly. 

Saturday finally comes and I can feel my stomach do flips as I'm getting ready. I know I'm going to have a nice time, it's just my anxiety acting up because I don't know what will happen. He said to meet him at (a restaurant you like) at 8 tonight. I've been there a couple times, back when I was with Harry so I know they have good food. 

Once I'm ready, dressed up as fancy as I could make myself, in a black, body con slip dress with an asymmetrical neck line. I've never worn this dress because I never felt confident enough in it but since I've been single I've learned to love how I look all the time. I pair with it some strappy silver heels and head to my car. 

When I get to the restaurant, I head to the host table and tell them I'm there to meet a date, they inform me that he isn't here yet but our table is ready so I follow the hostess to the table and sit down. I hate that he isn't here yet, waiting makes me anxious. I've only seen 3 pictures of this guy so I just hope they're up to date. I just have to look for a tall, blonde haired muscular man. I'm sure once he sees me he'll come over even if I don't see him. 

After about 10 minutes I start to wonder if the guy flaked out on me because now he isn't even texting back. I'm about to give up and leave when I watch as a familiar mop of hair enters the building and walks to the hostess stand. Seeing him in person for the first time in 6 months puts my stomach in my throat and heart beat start to race. I try to look away but its like seeing a car accident, I can't look away. The hostess ends up pointing to my table and Harry's head turns to me but then quickly back to the hostess and shakes his head before walking over to my table. 

I want to leave, I want to get up, ignoring Harry as I walk out the door but my body is won't cooperate with my brain. 

"Hey-how are you?" He asks me and I just stare at him as he sits across from me. My brain screams for me to get up now but I'm still in shock. 

Finally, I open my mouth and say, "I have a date coming, please leave." I say it a lot more nonchalantly then I feel and I watch as he looks down at the table and back up at me with worry across his face. 

"About that-" he coughs out and then it all clicks in my brain. There was no Jackson, he was Jackson...he was cat fishing me to get me here. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I nearly scream and finally my body responds to my brain and I stand up. 

"Please, don't go...I'm sorry, okay-I just-" He tries to defend himself but I roll my eyes and cut him off. 

"How could you do this to me? I don't know what your motive was but whatever it was, it wont work. Goodbye, Harry," I snap and begin my exit but he grabs my hand pulling me back gently. 

"I can't let you do that...sit down please." He begs. 

"Let me go-were over Harry." I try to pull away from him but he holds me in place tighter. If I don't sit down, hell make a scene and that's the last thing I want. I groan and sit down in my seat with a huff. 

"Fine-but you're buying." I tell him as I watch the waitress come over to us. He gives me a nod as he turns to the waitress as well. Without hesitation I order the most expensive drink they have and the most expensive appetizer.

"Did you have to order that?" He asks in an irritated tone. I glare at him as I set my menu down but say nothing. Did he have to catfish me into going on a date with him? "I just wanted to talk to you." 

"So talk." I state plainly. I watch his eyes as he tries to gather whatever bullshit he has to say to me. It's been 6 months, Ive done my best to move on. He should have too. 

"I'm not here to beg for you back, okay..." He starts and I'm a little taken aback by that. All of this work for nothing then? "I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you. I was manipulative and I didn't even see it. When you broke up with me, I thought it was your own fault. It took a while but I realized that it was me. And I know you said it was when you broke up with me but I refused to believe it. I was an ass-and I guess I still am-and for all of that, I am sincerely sorry." He apologizes and now I'm completely taken aback. This was the last thing I was expecting from him. I have two options here, forgive him so we both can move on from us or get angry at him. 

"I forgive you-Harry. I think I did a long time ago but I never vocalized it until now. I'm glad you could grow up enough to finally see your own wrong doings. Though, I don't forgive you for doing this. You could have contacted me or something. Instead of making me think you were someone else this entire time." 

"I tried but you have me blocked on everything. That's not an excuse though, I'm an idiot. I started it when I was drunk one night and I missed talking to you so much, I continued to do it and before I knew it, I was 3 weeks in and asking you on a date." He explains and I just nod. I can't forgive him for this but I'll forget about it. 

After the waitress brings our drinks and food, I try my best to keep a lighthearted conversation with him. We keep it as light small talk and catching up until we're all finished. At the end of the date, we agree to make this our last interaction and we both apologize to each other for everything that happened, shake hands and go our separate ways.