First Love Connection

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It was 6 PM now and I was getting ready for the date with Harry. My father had no idea what is going to happen. I know he will probably ground me for life, but I have to do this! I undressed, and I put on my orange dress and my high heels. I looked beautiful so far. I headed over to my desk with a mirror. I brushed my hair, and curled it. I added lip stick, blush, eye liner, eye shadow, everything you would need for a date. I had no idea where Harry would take me, but I knew I still had to look nice. I hope my father didn't go up to see me. He would know I was not listening to him, and will go out anyways. I heard a knock at the door, and shoot! It was my father! "Just a minute!" I said to him, as I got my rob and put it on quickly. I covered everything to my dress to my feet. I didn't want him to see anything.

"Come in!" I said to him, and he walks in. He was dressed in his butler outfit, and he probably was going to see One Direction, but not all of the guys. 

"You look nice, father. Where are you going?" I complimented him with a smile. He did look nice. My father always looked his best. He wanted to make sure he did.

"Thanks sweetie. I'm going to head over to see the boys of One Direction. Will you be okay here alone for a few hours?" He asked me, and kissed me on the cheek. I'm not even going to stay at home. Will be out on a date with Harry Styles, but I couldn't say that to him.

"I'll be fine. You have fun. Maybe get all their numbers for me?" I giggled, as a bit of my dress was showing, but I covered it before my father could see it.

"Haha sure, anything for my wonderful daughter. You have fun tonight, and remember you can't go to that party," He says, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and leaves.

"Yes, father I know." I know. But I don't know. I was in for it now. Here I come Harry!

It was now 6:45 PM, and no Harry Styles. I know he was going to pick me up at 7 PM, but maybe he's a guy who comes early. I was waiting in my living room watching TV. Nothing really good was on, but I was watching a rerun of one of my favorite British shows. Then I heard a doorbell ring. Harry. I grabbed the remote, and I turned it off. I left the remote on the couch, and I headed over to the door.

I opened up the door, and there was Harry. He looked so handsome. He looked at me, and he noticed I was wearing his favorite color.

"You're wearing my favorite color," He says, smiling.

"That was the reason why," I reply, and I had my purse over my shoulder.

"Are you ready? Is your father here?" He asks, and he looks around the room.

"Nope. He went over to see the guys," I told him, adding a smile.

"Great. Let's go," He says, and I walk out first. He closes the door, and I hold his hand down to his car. Once we got to his car, it was amazing. It was probably so expensive. "Nice car," I told him, as he opened the car door for me like a gentlemen. He nods, and he closes the door when I hop in. He walked around the car, and opened up the door. He closes it, and he looks at me. "Ready." I nod, and he starts the car.

Harry turns on the radio and one of his songs comes on. It's Little Things. I listened to him sing, and it was beautiful. He stopped, and he told me to sing. I sang. I was nervous to sing in front of him, but I did my best. He looked at me. He was shocked by my voice.

"I didn't know you could sing," He says, to me, as he looks at me for a second.

"I have it in my blood. My mother was a famous singer."

"Was?" He asked.

"My mother passed away," I told him, and I remembered that day.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How did she pass away?"

"She had cancer, and she was really sick."

"I'm sorry. You probably loved her." I could tell that Harry felt sorry for me. If someone you knew passed away, then the nice thing to do is to feel sorry for them.

"I loved her so much. She would sing to me to make me fall asleep. She had a wonderful voice and I took after her with it," I say, and tears start running down my face.

"Here sweetie. There's a tissue right there." He says, and he gives me one. I smile, and I wipe my eyes and nose. "Do you ever think of being a singer?" He asked me. I looked at him. I did not. My father didn't let me do a lot of things, and I knew if my mother was still alive she would want me to be a singer.

"Actually no. My father doesn't let me do many things. But I have a bunch of songs I have written," I told him. I started to sing quietly to a song.

"Can I hear one later?" He asked. And I nod. That sounded like a lot of fun. "We should go back to your place after the date. When is your father coming home?"

"He will be gone for a few hours, but he didn't say when he'll come home," I say.

"Perfect. We will have time to talk and..." He trailed off. He didn't want to say it, but I had a feeling of what he was going to say. With his free hand, I held onto it. It was soft, just like the time I held onto it several hours ago.