Meant For You

Dates, Dancing and Tears

Chapter 4: Dates, Dancing and Tears

--- Harry POV ---

She’s late.

She stood me up.

I don’t want to think that she’s standing my up, but really? She’s almost twenty minutes late and hasn’t texted! I had to move into my car to avoid being seen by fans. I love them but if they noticed I was here, Hope would definitely get suspicious. My phone buzzes and I pull it out roughly, not in the mood for one of Louis stupid quips about my ‘hot date’. I’m just not in the mood. Luckily, when I look down, the name that I haven’t been able to get out of my head is flashing on the screen. Hope.

From: Hope

Hey Harry. I’m sooooo sorry! I’m really late! My alarm clock didn’t go off this morning; I got up at 9:45. I’ll be there in another 5! I’m so sorry. I am NOT, I repeat, NOT skipping the date :P – H

I let out a huge breath, one that I’d been holding since I opened the message. She was coming. I think about getting out of the car to meet her, but I realise that that’s definitely not a good idea; a group of teenage girls has just taken up residence in the park for a picnic. They’re too close for me to risk myself being seen.

To: Hope

Oh, well that’s good. I was beginning to worry haha. I’ve relocated myself by the way. I’m waiting in my car for you. When you come into the park there’s this group of girls near the fountain from yesterday, I’m in the car behind them – H

I send off the text and as I read through it, I realise how little emotion there seems to be in the message. Cold and instructional. It’s too late to take it back now so instead I groan and throw my phone down into the passenger seat, just waiting for Hope to arrive.

And she does. Five minutes later. I watch as she steps into the park through one of the closest entrances to me. She looks absolutely breathtaking. Her hair is done up in a messy bun and I decide then and there that I like her hair better down, not that she doesn’t look gorgeous either way. I take in her dress next; it’s a light cream colour that hugs her upper body before being allowed into a skirt that goes to just above her knees. Around the neck of the dress there is lace surrounding the love heart top of the dress. The lace stretches up to just below her neck and then follows the curve of her arms to her wrist; covering the skin yet showing it at the same time. I think I started drooling at one point because she was unlike anything I’d ever seen. I watch as she looks, scanning the area, before her electric eyes land on the car and she smiles. She starts walking towards me and I again just watch her.

Then, something really weird happens; the girls I saw earlier had started talking and pointing, before one of them gets up and rushes over to Hope. The girl’s hands are moving frantically and Hope just keeps smiling, nodding, talking and laughing. Then, as quickly as it had happened Hope was walking again towards me. I was so dazed by this that when Hope knocked on the window and hopped into the car I was still staring at the space where she had been standing.

I was only woken by someone flicking my cheek. I jumped about ten feet into the air when that happened. Then and there, I was struck into an awed time pause. Hope was laughing. I’d heard it before, just yesterday in fact, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It sounds like wind rushing through the trees, like a wave crashing onto the shore, like a birds call, all wrapped into one – it’s hard to explain it properly because there are no words for the sound.

‘Ok, Captain Weirdo. I’m ready for our date.” Hope speaks, snapping me from my stupor. I turn to her, flashing a suspicious look.

“What was going on with that girl before?” I question her. It isn’t possible that she’s famous. I’d know her if she was. I’d remember her if I’d seen her. She’d know me if she was.