Harry and I stood in the car again, the evening was just arriving and Harry said our night was yet too begun, he said I was going to put the dress to good use. Deep down I was scared, Leah keeps texting me telling me to be careful, and not to show Harry any signs that I want get in bed with him. I mean it would be obvious when I want to get in bed with him right? I would probably know when he wants to, too. I’m not that oblivious to everything that I just ignore the signs of Harry wanting sex, yesterday it was pretty obvious he’d want it, his hands were trying to move everywhere, and I wasn’t going along with it, but for some bad reason I feel like next time it won’t be like that; he won’t let me get away with it easy. I’ve figured out, once Harry wants something he’ll go after it and if it doesn’t want him, he’ll find a way to get it; if he wants sex, he’ll find a way to get it.
I shook my head trying to get rid of the thought; I wasn’t trying to label Harry as a rapist or a sex addicted guy. But the way Leah and her friends put it, made me think he was like that, well at least it started out that way; I thought he was some guy who all he wanted was sex and he wanted to get his hands on something that wouldn’t be there later on. But then his stupid charm worked on me, and he put me under his little spell that he does with every other girl, but apparently it’s different this time. I was actually asked to be his girlfriend, and he took me on that date, the date on the boat, and I saw the real Harry, the chilled-out, no one’s around, Harry. The Harry I slowly grown to fall for, the one who won me over.
I felt Harry slip his fingers in between the spaces of mine, which brought me back to reality, “How’d you like that little thing?” Harry asked with his adorable smile on his face, his dimple appearing on his cheek, making my heart flutter.
I nodded, “although I don’t think it was little. I think that was the best date I’ve been on.” I said laying my head on Harry shoulder, his cologne running into my nose, growing goose bumps on my arms. I thought about what I said, it was the best date I’ve been on, no one has ever taken me to a picnic date and prove to me how much they known about me, and how much they like me.
“Seriously? That was nothing compared to where we’re going now.” Harry said pressing his forehead on my lips, “I can’t wait to see you in that dress.” He murmured against my forehead. I lifted my head looking at him with my eyes narrowed at him. Harry smiled his million dollar smile and leaned in pressing his lips on mine, I closed my eyes enjoying the small kiss. “We’re here.” He said against my lips.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before exiting the car alongside with Harry. There were paparazzi all over the place, flashes going off, and people yelling mine and Harry’s name. How do they know my name? How did they figure it out? It had to be easy, because I’d gain a bunch of followers on twitter and my interacts had been going off none stop. I couldn’t get notifications to my mobile anymore because it wouldn’t stop going off. My phone; I was supposed to tell Nes and Leah where I was because if anything had happened they wanted to know.
Harry rushed the both of us into the building before he led me to the bathroom, “Go get ready, put this on while you’re at it.” Harry smirked leaning against the wall of the building handing me a blue mask, a fake flower on the right corner of the mask, making me look back up at Harry, he winked before he walked off onto the guys’ bathroom. I walked into the bathroom looking at myself; I’m Harry Styles’ girlfriend, I’m the girl most girls are going to hate. I’m the girl almost every girl on the planet wants to be, and I’m the lucky girl. I shouldn’t let this get to me, but my mind keeps wandering to Leah’s deal, the deal that I want to give up, I want to tell him that I like him for him and I’m glad I bumped into him. And then I begin to wonder; what if I never agreed to this deal? Would I still be able to get Harry? Oh, I wouldn’t, because I had the rules that I had to go after, and if I didn’t use those then I probably would’ve felt for his little trap and be a part of his list.
