Willow Beach was a simple 18 year old girl in film school. She was an aspiring actress and director. One day her school decided to take a trip to London. What happens when she bumps into world renowned singer, Harry Styles? She enters the world of H...
We finshed the movie...oh my gosh. It was so good. Me and my mom were in tears by the end. We were both very emotional people.
I walked out of the theater linking arms with my mom. We were fangirling over Christian Bale. She used to tease me about him being my biological father...now when I think about it..I'd be crushing on my father..ugh.
We laughed the entire time until we made it to the car. Harry was gonna take us to dinner. I sat in the front seat with him and the girls sat in the back.
He was really trying I'll give him that. I mean...he flew my mom over from staten island to LA. He took us all to see a movie and dinner. We werent even dating and he was treating it like such.
We arrived at a huge restaurant. It looked super expensive. That was until we entered.
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"Holy shit! Harry!" I whisper yelled. I turned to face him and he had the biggest grin on his face. "Come on Ms. Beach, I'll show you to our table" he said as he linked arms with my mom. Maya came up to me. "Two points to harold" she raised her eyebrows and followed harry with her mom.
My lips were slowly forming into a smile but I quickly shut it down. I knew what he was doing. Befriending my mother so that she can set us up. He wasnt that slick.
I walked over and we all sat in a booth. Harry stepped out so that I could sit with my mom then he sat next to me. I put my hand on his knee and whispered, "you're not funny harry"
He threw his arm over my shoulder and whispered, "I'm not trying to be funny"
Thankfully the waiter came around and pulled out his pad. Harry immediately took his arm off of me and I took my hand off his knee.
"Hello my name is james, welcome to the house of italy, may I take your orders?" The waiter asked. "Birthday girl first" harry smirked. I groaned. "Uhm..yes I'll have the spinach ravioli." My mom started.
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Perla's meal
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