Twitter was blowing up. I can't say I was expecting anything else. There had been a fan at the restaurant and she had taken pictures of us while we were having romantic moments and holding hands. It had been a really good first date. Harry was very considerate of me and he was a true gentleman. He had insisted on holding the door for me and he had pulled out my chair, so I could sit down. And when I reached for the check, he quickly grabbed it, saying that I wasn't allowed to pay. I was flattered and annoyed at the same time. I wanted to go Dutch, but he refused to hear of it. Apart from that one bickering incident I had a lot of fun. We had both been shy at first, for no reason at all, but as the night progressed we relaxed in each others company. Every time our hands had accidentally touched, I felt electric shocks running through my body. What was he doing to me?
I got to know Harry better, like you would normally do, if you first met. It was kind of weird that we never talked about it, I had been living with the boys for a year now. He told me about his childhood in Holmes Chapel, how he had felt when his parents split, how happy he was that his mother had found a new guy. He told me about his relationship to his sister, Gemma, that he had a tattoo dedicated to her, and for his mother as well. He told me about his time on The X Factor, how nerve wracking and fun it had been and how upset he was when they didn't win. But in hindsight he wouldn't change anything.
I must say he looked handsome. He had dressed up, just a bit, putting on a nice shirt, but keeping the black skinny jeans. His curly hair was slightly pushed up in a quiff, and I must say it really suited him. That way, you were able to see his face completely. He kept complimenting me on my looks, even though I told him to stop. He made me blush every time. I was wearing a two piece dress, yes, inspired by Perrie. It was black and white, a crop top and a high waist pencil skirt, showing a bit of my abdomen. I actually really liked this style, even though it was new to me. Maybe I should start wearing more clothes like these?
Well, coming back to twitter blowing up. I was really happy that the fans hadn't found my account yet. I hadn't even told the boys what it was yet and I had known them for more than a year now. But as Harry and I apparently became a trending topic, it was quite disturbing to read some of the comments. Harry and the rest of the boys told me not to pay attention to it, they were just jealous. So I let it go, thinking I didn't want to know what they thought anyway. I was happy and what happened between Harry and I was our business. But it still hurt.
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"Can we please go to the beach?" I begged the boys.
We were all hanging in Niall's hotel room. Eleanor was still here and Andy had also dropped by for a quick visit. I had talked to Andy a couple of times since the party and he was actually a great guy. Really weird and hyper, but sweet. He had an amazingly beautiful girlfriend now, who sadly couldn't come to Florida because of her job.
It was incredibly hot here and I needed to cool down, but for some reason the boys just wanted to stay in. I was getting restless and wanted to do something fun.
"No we can't, there are too many paps around!" Louis said, annoyed. He really hated them.
"Look, I'm not going to stay in here all day! I'm going. I don't care if there are paps around. I really need to do something! You can join me if you want." And with that I turned around and walked to my room. I put on my bikini and threw on some high waist shorts and headed out. When I reached the lobby I heard running steps behind me. I giggled on the inside.
"Kate, wait up!" Niall said. "I'm coming with you, I just need to go grab something. Can you wait here till I come back?"
I waited for about 5 minutes and then Niall and the rest of the group came down. I smiled triumphantly. My plan had worked. I knew they would follow me.
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