Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter 11

>>Thalias POV<<

I went home at 5, me and Harry decided to bunk off today. I was in too much pain and Harry didn't want to leave me.

I felt strange about this whole situation. Harry hates me, yet he asks me to go out for dinner so he can apologise about him bullying me for the past 18 months.

I don't even know why I said yes, I just want to know the other side to him I guess.

I didn't bother to wash my hair, it looked nice straight, so I just left it how it was. I made it in a middle parting.

I done my make up which consisted of foundation, concealer, bronzer, blusher and highlighter. I decided to make myself look nicer than usual. I done a light smokey eye, cat eye eyeliner and a few strokes of mascara.

I put on the dark berry coloured dress, which showed skin at the sides, some black loafers and a black bag that was hung of my shoulder. >PICTURE TO SIDE<

I sprayed on some Marc Jacobs perfume, which yes, is expensive, but I used to work in a perfume shop, which means I got discounts or I got to keep the ones that were damaged. The top of mine was cracked and it had no lid. I wasn't bothered, I just taped the crack and I didn't need a lid.

I brushed my teeth, then applied some lip gloss.

I was ready 5 minutes earlier, I'm glad I weren't late cause I'm late to a lot of things.

Harry came at 6:57, so I was glad I was a bit early.

I closed the door behind me, and felt the nerves bubble in my stomach. What if he didn't take me to dinner a-and took me to the forest to kill me. Or took me down an alley to beat me up and leave me there to die-

No bad thoughts, Thalia.

I got in the passenger side of the car, and Harry grinned at me.

"You look stunning." He smiles, I blush. He was wearing a white simple top, black jeans and a black blazer. He looked hot- good. He looked good.

"Thanks." I smile, "You look good yourself." I grin to show my dimples.

"You smell nice, too." He says while driving away from my house.

"Thanks." I say, feeling more confident because of the compliments.

Once we arrived, I recognised the restaurant, it was one of the fanciest restaurants in town, but not the most fanciest. The most fanciest ones was about £50 for a salad, and everyone who goes is famous or rich, or just treating them self to a one off which isn't very often I don't think.

We walked inside, and saw it wasn't very busy, yet beautiful.

"Hi, uhm table for Mr Styles?" Harry asks.

"Ah! Mr Styles, if you'd like to follow me." The very posh, British lady spoke, walking us to our table. She gave us each a menu.

"I will be back after you have decided your drinks." She smiles, walking away.

I saw Harry smirk and chuckle while staring behind me, I glanced around quickly and saw a couple making out and grinding on each other, seeming to be very drunk.

I turn back to him, laughing. "Haven't seen that in here before." He chuckled, he comes here often? Well I guess so, he's practically rich.

"Didn't think that would happen in here." I smile, looking at the menu.

Me and Harry chatted about random things, laughing at each other every so often.

Our food finally came, I ordered a chicken salad, which looked pretty damn delicious.