Trust Me (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 8 - The First Date

------- WOOO I finally updated! I'm so endless sorry for letting you wait more than one month but I just had so much stress and was ill and had exams and it was christmas but however now Chapter 8 is finally up and I hope you like it. It's longer than the others because you had to wait so long so enjoy it and don't forget to vote, comment and fan me if you havn't yet xoxo --------

Chapter 8

Mia’s POV

It’s only 8:15pm don’t freak out Mia. He will come. What are 15 minutes?! Nothing so calm, he is probably stuck in a traffic jam or something like that as we are in London. Why am I so nervous by the way? GOSH ! I’ve never been so excited for anything before not even for Christmas and my birthday together. I’ll just turn on the tv maybe this can calm me a bit.

“However, guys you are going to be on tour in a few weeks. Tell me some more about your show even when Harry’s gone now.” The moderator says with a bit of sarcasm in the last few words. WOW the boy’s who ran of name is Harry as well. It’s like this boy or his name is everywhere. Maybe it’s my Harry and that interview is the reason he’s late haha yeah how possible is that. I sit down on the sofa as they continue their interview with that boy band called “One Direction”. They are really handsome I catch myself staring at the tv I hear something knocking against the window. We live in the third floor so it probably was some pigeon. I turn my eyes back to the tv still waiting for Harry. I hope he has a good excuse for this. But it knocks again a bit louder this time. Okay so definitely not a bird. I decide to get up and take a look out of the window. I open the old window seeing almost nothing because it’s already complete dark.

“Mia?” I hear someone’s voice.

“Mia is that you?”

“Yes” I immediately shout back firstly recognizing the voice. It’s Harry.

“What are you doing out there? Why didn’t you just ring we have a door bell”

“Yeah ehm I thought it would be kind of romantic like they always do it in films but they never show that the stones get back down and hit you on the head. Will you come down to me so we can start the date?” He asked me still rubbing his head.

“Sure. I’ll be there in a minute” I shout back not able to hide my smile about going on a date with Harry.

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“Hey love” he smirks hugging as I came out of the building.

“Hey” I shyly smile at the ground avoiding his eyes contact because, how else could it be, I’m blushing at the fact he called me love. I’m literally so stupid.

“Where are we going?” I ask trying to calm my red cheeks.

“It’s a surprise but it’s not far, wanna walk there?”

“Sure let’s go but you have to tell me what it is. You know I’m not the most patient” I say softly poking him in the ribs.

“I’m sorry but there are no chances for you to get me to tell you.” He says not taking his eyes off me. Why does he always make me so nervous by just looking at me? Aargh hope this is going to be good with him.

We just walk on the pavement without a second of silence. I really enjoy talking to him. He’s so cute telling me about his best friends Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn how they do the funniest and most weird stuff I’ve ever heard. I’d love to meet them after hearing all the stories and shared memories. Hopefully I’ll get to know them if it works out between me and Harry.

“Hey Harry you know what?”

“No what?”

“I watched TV before you came to pick me up and there was a band in some Alan Carr show called One Direction and one of their singers suddenly ran off from the interview and his name was Harry like yours, isn’t that a funny coincidence. He walked off that place and you appeared at mine.” I smile at him getting a reaction I didn’t expect. His eyes got wide when I said ‘One Direction’ and even wider when I talked about the randomness of them sharing their name. Was everything okay with him?