One Night Only - HS

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ANALYN POV

I smooth the front of my dress for what feels like the thousandth time, my palms feeling hot and slightly raw from the stiff fabric. I left my phone on the charger and out of reach to keep myself from obsessively checking my texts.

Harry's vague response to my address of "Oh you're not far from me at all" gave me absolutely no clue as to what that means in miles or minutes and that was about 20 minutes ago.

I've been ready for the last 45 minutes anyway, just putting off slipping on my shoes until I absolutely have to. I threw on a casual emerald sundress that's just been keeping my closet warm. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the hallway mirror by the stairs. I may be nervous as fuck, but I look pretty damn good for someone who is nervous as fuck.

Wearing your favorite color to boost confidence is such a load of shit because green is doing NOTHING for me right now.

I grab my white block heels and my bare feet pad down the carpeted staircase out of my room, placing them by the front door.

Pacing back and forth, I start analyzing every single decision that has ever led to me this moment right now: waiting for my rockstar ex-boyfriend to pick me up for a casual date at this house.

It is a date right?

I mean, I didn't do my makeup and throw on a dress for no reason?

Right?

Oh my god.

He invited me over to his house. That's so casual. I mean, it's a sundress but is my hair being down too formal?! Are the heels too much?!

Before I can frantically run up the stairs to my room to change, I hear my text tone go off and a firm knock on the door.

Fuck. He's here.

I take a deep breath before grabbing my phone off the charger. His name lights up on my screen and my heart sinks in anticipation.

Harry🌱: At your door!

I walk towards the door slowly, careful enough to not seem too eager. But also to not lose my balance because suddenly my legs feel like they might fail me. I throw my phone into the small bag as I grab it off the hook and swing it onto my shoulder. Clutching the gold door knob I turn it and pull it towards myself, opening the door.

My breath slightly hitches in my throat as I'm met with Harry.

He's casually leaning against one of the columns of the porch, green Gucci sneakers crossed at the ankles with his hands in his pockets. Dressed in a crisp white tee shirt and black slacks he pulls off a casual but formal look. I suddenly feel much better about my outfit choice.

I take in his look as he takes in mine, eyeing the details of his jewelry and suddenly realizing I still don't have my shoes on.

"Hi," he speaks first, leaning off the column.

"Hi!" I respond. "Do you want to come in for a sec?"

"Yeah, sure." He smiles as he steps over the threshold and into the entryway of my home. I shut the door behind him and watch as he takes in the place. There isn't much on the walls, besides a few art pieces I brought back with me from New York hang on the cream walls, with a large gold chandelier above us. "It's very beautiful in here." he muses.

"Thanks, built it myself!" I joke with him, he turns around giving me a knowing look. "Um, it's most of the original architecture, including the chandelier, besides a few upgrades," I say as I start walking towards him.