Simon's Secret (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 5

By the time Harry showed up, I was in a sleeveless blue dress that went a few inches above my knees and was belted at the waist. I was waiting out on the porch ten minutes before he was even supposed to pick me up, because I didn't want to risk my father seeing him. I would be in SO much trouble if he knew what was going on.

Emerald, after deciding what I was going to wear, had gone home. She made sure that I knew that I had to tell her everything as soon I was done with Harry.

Just then, a slick black car with tinted windows pulled into the gravel driveway. Harry stepped out of the driver's seat with a big grin on his face. I stood up and started toward him. Harry beat me to my door at the passenger side and opened the door for me. I laughed and rolled my eyes, but really appreciate his manners.

"So where are we going, Mr. Styles?" I asked once he was in his own seat. I immediately regretted it. Mr. Styles? Who says that other than, like, an interviewer or something? He didn't seem that bothered by it, though.

It was Harry's turn to laugh. He answered, "If you're allowed to keep secrets, so am I. Just be patient, Ms... Um... I don't know your last name." I burst into giggles and Harry blushed bright red. I would have to be very careful with my response, because I couldn't tell him my real last name - Cowell - but I really didn't want to lie to Harry again.

"Wait a second," I smirked, "I'll keep a secret every time you do. Tell me where we're going and I'll give you my full name." Harry shook his head, making his curls bounce. He laughed for a second before frowning.

"That's not fair!" he argued. "You have TONS of secrets already. Those count too, you know." I shrugged at him, deciding that anything I said might be used against me. We laughed with each other at our very strange, very interesting conversation. For the next ten minutes of the drive neither of us said a word, just enjoyed each other's presence.

After those minutes had passed, Harry pulled into a parking lot and stopped outside a Nando's. I smiled brightly, knowing that there was no way we could have a bad time here. I absolutely ADORED their chicken.

We hopped out of the car and strolled up to the door giddily. We sat at a table with two chairs across from each other, right next to a large window. It was a really nice day out, and being able to view it all made me feel like we had the best seat in the house. I wondered why there wasn't anybody sitting there already, but then I realized that there were only six other people in the place.

"So," Harry said after we had ordered, "I think it's time for you to spill. We can do this one of two ways: You can just tell me everything, or I can ask you some stuff and you answer." He whispered the last line, "Please do the questions one, I don't trust you to tell me everything."

I laughed, "Okay, you're right, I probably wouldn't tell you everything. Questions it is, then! You've been to plenty of interviews, so I'm sure you'll know what to do."

"Agreed," he stated. "First of all, what is your full name? Don't lie to me, Alex, you're really bad at it." I let out a heavy breath of air. He was right, there was no way I would get away with lying... but I couldn't tell him my real last name. What would he think of me if I did? We would probably never speak again.

"Alexandra Marie Cowell," I breathed, then my hand flew up to cover my mouth, as I was just as shocked as he was that I'd let it slip.

Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers. What had I done? Oh God he was going to hate me now. I wasn't exactly sure why he would hate me, but I knew that he would have to. I would hate myself if that had happened and I was Harry, right?

He said in a hushed tone, "Simon's... married? Your mom and Simon are married?! I can't believe he didn't tell us! How could the media not have found out about this? Oh my gosh, Alex, you should have told us before. What are the boys going to think? This is mad, absolutely ins-" He stopped talking when he noticed that I was cracking up.