Strangers ( Harry Styles )

Chapter 3

It was nearly 6pm, Harry will be here in and hour. I don't know whether to get all fancied up, or casual. I decided to go for casual, as I really wasn't gonna try to impress him. As I picked out my clothes I was gonna wear, my phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hello, love." A strange voice replied. My heart dropped. I knew it was Harry.

"Uhm, hi." I say quietly.

"No need to be shy babe, I'll be there in 10." He chuckled.

I hung up, and my heart started to race. He was running very early, I was no where near ready. I ran into the bathroom and started to put makeup on. After I had all my makeup put on, I straightened my hair. I heard a knock on the door. Shit. I quickly walked downstairs, and prepared myself for the worse. I slowly walked to the door and creaked it open.

He was standing there with flowers in his hand. It was silent, all he was doing was staring at me.

"What?" I sharply say.

"Uhm, you look beautiful, just a little less clothed than I was imagining. I don't mind though." He grins

"Crap!" I scream.

I had forgotten that I hadn't put my clothes on yet, ad I was standing there in shorts and a low tank top. I slammed the door right in his face.

"I.. Uhm... I'm sorry I jut let me get dressed." I yelled through the door. All I hear is him laughing.

I tun up to my room and get dressed. I was so embarrassed. Now he probably thinks I'm some sort of slut. I grab my bag, an head down stairs.

I opened up the door, and I was pushed down and landed on the floor. Harry had fell on me.

"Well this first date is going quite fast now isn't it?" He smiled at me while running his hand up my thigh.

I push him off and stand up, my face as red as the inside of a watermelon. He stands up, and hands me flowers. "Thanks." I blurt out setting them on the kitchen table. He just states at me, reminding me of the night at the club. "Shall we?" I spat pointing to the door.

"Oh, of course." He replies.

I walk toward the door, Harry following right behind me. I can feel his eyes on me, it made me nervous.

We walked out of my flat and down the stairs. He got ahead of me, because of his long legs, and started walking toward a black vehicle. He unlocked the doors, and opened it waiting for me to get in. I stepped inside and buckled my belt, as he ran in front of the car to the other side.

We sat there silently as he drove. Nobody talked, no music, just silence. I took the risk of speaking up.

"Why?" I asked.

"What do you mean, love?" He grinned.

"I mean, why are you making me go out with you?" I got a bit scared waiting for his answer.

He tightened his jaw. He was getting angry. He ignored my question, and drove into a parking lot of a nice restaurant where I had never been before. It looked very romantic, which slightly confused me.

He got out of the car, and ran around to the other side and opened my door smiling at me. I stepped out, walking to the side waiting for Harry. I held out his arm for me to grab, rejecting his offer. He walked in front of me and walked into the restaurant holding the door open for me. I walked in, smelling the lingering smell of food. He walked passed me and told the waiter his name.

The waiter showed us our table and brought us our drinks, then left us to our selves.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked me.