Just You and I ~Harry Styles Fanfic~

Chapter 2

"What was that about?" Kayla says, taking her eyes off the road to look at me.

"I don't know. I guess I have a date thingy with Harry tonight."

"A date thingy, huh? Well it's definitely a thingy because Harry doesn't exactly date. He just gets with girls, does whatever with them and then tosses them."

Does he actually do that? That's horrible, but he must have some reason. Something that caused him pain or hurt him in his past or maybe present.

"I guess I wouldn't call it a date. More like a getting to know someone who called you a goody two shoes to prove you're not one."

"But you are," Kayla says with a smirk.

"Why does everyone think that. God."

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We finish the rest of the pizza at Kayla's house. I look at the clock and its 5:30, so I fix my makeup. Kayla's phone goes off. It's Harry, so I look at the text.

~Tell Virgin Mary I'll be there in ten =)~

"Kayla, I'm texting Harry back to tell him how much of a twit he is!" I yell.

I respond with:

~Really Virgin Mary, that's the best you can do. Trust me I've been called worst~

He responds semi-quickly with:

~Don't text me Mary when you know I'm driving, I could crash. ~

~Sorry I forgot. ~

~Omg you actually think I care. I was being sarcastic. I'm actually in Kayla's driveway. ~

~Whatever see you in like 2 seconds.~

I run downstairs where Kayla and Harry are talking in the doorway.

"You ready to go Mary?" Harry asks with a smile on his face.

"Yes, if you stop calling me that."

"Have fun you two," Kayla says, smiling and trying not to laugh.

I walk out the door, sticking my tongue out at Kayla while Harry gives her the finger. She laughs and shuts the door.

I get in Harry's car. He turns up the radio to drown out the awkward silence.

Great, I think, this is going to be an amazing date.

"So," I say. "What exactly are we doing?"

"I don't know. I told you we were driving around and shit. I didn't really have a plan."

"Great," I say silently.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," I sigh.

"Do I give you a bad vibe?"

What? Did he just say that?

"What do you mean?"

"Do I scare you? Make you feel like you don't wanna be around me?"

What is he talking about?

"I mean, you don't scare me. But you do give off that bad boy vibe. You know with all the tattoos and piercings, and that badass mouth of yours."

"Did I just hear Virgin Mary swear? I'm appalled!" He says, adding to the dramatic effect of putting his hand over his forehead pretending to faint.

"I swear all the time, FYI," I say, crossing my arms around my chest.

"Yeah, ok," he says sarcastically, smirking a little.

"Whatever," I say.

It's only been 15 minutes into this date thing and I've already had enough of him.