Harry's POV
I sighed, walking to my car. I mean, if she needed help, she's ask for it, right? I sighed, jumping as I got a text from Simon.
To: Harry
From: Simon
You and Jess need to go on a date tonight. I made reservations at a fancy resturant called The Keg. Have fine, pick her up at 7:)
I rolled my eyes. I hope she'll be okay. Right now, I can't be thinking of this. I had to go get ready! It was 6. I went home, and took a shower, putting on cologne, blac skinny jeans, and a white V- Neck. I looked in the mirror, satisfied with my apperance. I put on a pair of black converse.
Jessica's POV
I sighed, getting ready for my date with Harry. I mean, he was going to be here at 7. I showered, spraying perfume on. I put on black skinny jeans, and put on a black tank top with the Canadian flag on it. It was hot out, so may as well. I know I was in england,but oh well. I put on black converse. I put on black eyeliner, white eyeshadow, and dark pink lip stick, and straightened my long, blond wavy hair. I put on braclets and makeup to cover the cuts on my arm. I was done just in time, and heard Harry knock on my door. I smiled, opening the door.
"Hey babe!" Harry winked.
I rolled my eyes "I'm not your babe....'
"If you haven't forgotten you are. And look, we're wearing the same shoes!" Harry laughs, referring to the fact we're both wearing black converse.
I laughed, looking at our shoes. "It's cute, Simon will like it!" I wink, locking my door.
Harry laughed, holding my hand, walking me to his black Range Rover. He opened the door for me, making me smile. I got in, putting on my seat belt, smiling at Harry as he sits in the drivers seat.
"Where are we going?" I ask smiling slightly.
"A fancy resturant called The Keg." Harry said hesitantly.
My smile dropped, looking at the floor. The Keg. That was a steak house. So many calories. I can't go there....
"I can't Harry..." I mumbled.
Harry looked at me confused.
"I-I" I sighed, taking a deep breathe. "I'm uhm...sick." I said, choosing my words carefully.
looked at me concerned waiting for me to continue.
"I-I'm Anorexic, and Bulimic." I sigh.
Harry looks at me shocked. I expected him to drive away, kick me out of his car. I expected him to hate me. I felt my eyes sting and tears streamed down my face.Harry pulled over. I looked at him, expecting to kick me out. But. to my surprise, he held my hand, and wiped my tears.
"I'll help you." He said smiling slightly. "Does Simon know about this?" Harry asked.
"N-no."I stuttered.
"We need to tell him..." Harry sighed.
I nodded. "But first, let's go to the park or something, and enjoy this date!" I smiled.
"But it's raining!" Harry laughed.
"Rain's never killed anybody!" I said biting my lip.
"Only because your lip biting is sexy." Harry laughed.
I blushed slightly, and Harry started the car, starting to drive. We arrived at the park, and Harry smiled.
We got out. He held my hand, as we walked through the rain. Harry shook his wet, curly hair, making my smile. He splashed me with water, making me shriek.
"HARRY!" I yelled, running away.
Harry chased me through the park, both of us not able to stop laughing. He finally caught me, grabbing me by my waist. I looked up at him, looking into his eyes, just realizing how close we are. He bite his lip.
"Wanna know something I've always wanted to do?" Harry asked, just below a whisper.
I looked at him raising an eyebrow. "What?' I asked.
"This." He whispered, leaning in, placing his soft lips on mine.
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Fake Dating The Enemy (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
FanfictionMy name is Jessica. Right now, I am sitting in my Uncle Simon's office chair across from the one and only, Harry Styles. The only problem is, I can't stand Harry Styles! "You guys need to fake date." Simon says sighing. My jaw dropped. "What? Why...