Please Stay

Chapter 3:Dimples, Curls, and Dates

I've lived in this apartment for about 2 months now and I'm starting to really like it. Well, maybe it's because of Harry, but oh well. Over the past 2 months, me and Harry grew closer. He told me practically everything about him and I told him everything about me. As my suspicions were correct, my neighbor is Harry. Harry Styles. Yeah, yeah. I know. My neighbor is famous. That doesn't mean he gets treated any differently. At least from me. This morning I woke up by a loud crash in the kitchen. I quickly sat up and quietly walked to the kitchen to find a drawer full of silver ware scattered across the floor. Then I look over at Marble, who's staring back at me wide-eyed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I opened the door only to come face-to-face with a lazily smiling Harry.

"Hello love. I heard a very loud crash and I wanted to see if you were alright."

"Yeah, I'm fine. My cat took down a drawer of silver ware. Thanks for checking."

Harry nodded and started to walk back to his apartment. About half way, he stopped. He turned around smirking, which showed his dimples.

"You know, I actually wanted to know what your palns are for tonight."

"Um, tonight I'm doing nothing. Why?"

"I'll be picking you up at 5:30," Harry said with a cheesy grin. Before I could say anything more, he turned away, winking, he just had to throw that little wink in, and he closed his apartment door.

I closed my door and walked into the kitchen to pick up the silver ware. I was nervous because Harry was claimed as a womenizer. Plus, I wasn't sure if all he wanted out of this was sex or something real. I was not the type of girl you screw and just toss to the side. If I was, then I'd be a hooker. You know, people say 'love is just around the corner'....well, the neighborhood that I came from, had a lot of prostitutes. Literally, love was around the corner. But anyways, I'm the type of girl that if you're wanting to sleep with me, you have to be the one to not toss me away. I don't do one night stands. Either love me for me and not my body, or leave.

I got dressed for the day in a high-low dress with a tan waist belt, and a cute pair of flats. I left my hair in its natural waves and I applied little makeup, just enough to bring out my blue eyes. I liked my hair the best. It's dark brown and you can see every highlight. I loved the way it waved naturally. I have insecurity issues, but after being friends with Harry, I began to like myself.

At 5:26, there was a knocknon the door. I opened it to see a very hansom man, Harry. He turned and when he saw me, he was starstruck. I was wearing a red dress that slightly hugged my curves just enough to tell that I had some, a pair of black pumps, a heart necklace, and I wore my hair down. Harry was dressed in a black tuxedo with a blue tie. He smiled at me with his dazzling smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"Wow. You look, really beautiful Bailey.," Harry said with a slight blush.

"You don't look to bad yourself," I smiled at him.

He looped his arm with mine and lead me to the car. We were going to.....a very expensive restaurant. As he helped me out, I couldn't help but smile. He had the reservation for two made. The waiter lead us to the back of the 'Private' section to a table meant for two. It had a white cloth and a candle in the middle. Harry held the chair for me then Sat down himself. We ordered champagne.

We talked, we laughed, and we had fun. Then I realized, and I think he did too by the way he looked at me, that we like another.

At the end of the date, we walked upstairs to our floor.

"I had a very lovely time with you tonight, Bailey," Harry said with a grin.

"I did too, Harry," I returned the smile.

Harry slowly walked to me, leaning in, and kissed me. After he broke the kiss, I couldn't speak, which made him smile more.

'Good night, Bailey. I'd love to take you out again."

"Good night, Harry. I'd love to do that too."

We said our goodbye and went to our apartment. I shut the door and slid down the wall in confusion. I wasn't sure if he was playing with my mind or not.