Code RED. {HAYLOR FAN-FIC; Unedited -- Beware!}

4 :: MAPLE LATTES

I hesitated for a moment, then said, “You can drive now, George.”

Yes, my mom finally agreed to let me have the “friendly” date with Harry, and now I’m letting George drive me to our meeting place: The Coffee Café.

I was already texting Selena about the news, and she’s giddy for all the details. I kept texting her back, but I would have to be sure to ignore my vibrating cellphone once Harry’s here, though.

I watched as the busy cars drive past ours, and city lights glisten through the fast speed of our car. I smiled as Selena replied,

Good luck.

“We’re here.” George said. I looked outside and there it was: The Coffee Café. “Good luck on your date.”

“You somehow always say ‘we’re here’ and ‘good luck’ whenever you drop me off.” I said to George, laughing. He laughed, too.

“It’s because of my politeness and friendliness towards you, Taylor.” He answered, “You’re really friendly.”

“Really?” I asked. George nodded.

“So I know that you and Harry will both be fine.” He winked at me.

“Hey, we’re not going out!” I said. George laughed and opened the lock of the car doors.

“Come on, you can come out now. Just text me when you’re ready to go home, okay?”

“Sure, thank you!” I said happily, then I walked outside the door, watching as the car drove away.

I walked inside the café and saw a woman walk towards me with a smile. “Hello, miss!” She greeted, “Welcome to The Coffee Café! Are you here with a reservation?”

“I think…” I answered, “I’m looking for someone here.”

“Oh, Taylor Swift, right?” She answered happily like she didn’t realize it sooner, which was a lie. “You’re a really good singer! Oh, and the man you are talking about is Harry Styles, correct? He’s in table twelve. Come right this way, ma’am.” I didn’t get to speak again, so I just followed her to the table. It was found just near the aquarium filled with very cute fishes. Thoughts of animals remembered me of Meredith. I hope mom’s taking care of her and giving her dinner right now.

I saw Harry Styles sitting on the chair of table twelve. He’s waiting for me, sitting normally with a straight back. He looks very relaxed, compared to me who’s obviously hyperventilating on what to do now.

“Here you are, miss.” The woman said, gesturing me that I can sit. Harry stood up and quickly pulled the chair for me. I gulped, and just sat. Harry sat down again and the woman bowed. “I hope you will have a nice dinner!” Then she walked away. I was thinking things like, No, don’t go awaaaay!!! Or NOOOO!!!!!!

Seriously, I’m really not used to this than you guys think.

I mean, yeah, I might have been dating guys before, but this is Harry Styles, people. He’s eighteen, I’m twenty-three. We’re five years apart. This will be weirder than anybody can think. And I’m just sitting here in front of Harry Styles and a table with nothing but a flower vase with red roses in it and a placemat with napkins and  spoons and forks with knives placed on it, numbered just as for two. I kept playing with my fingers and turning them around and around through each other until the waiter came and handed us our menu.

“What would you like?” Harry asked as the waiter was waiting for our orders so he can write it on his notepad.

“I guess… This is a café, right? Then how about just a Maple Latte?” I totally forgot that this was a cafe. Heck, why not? The inside of this place is like a restaurant than a café that can provide people with Wi-Fi!