My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

My dad is a black belt.

My dad is a black belt.

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Where are we going?" Jasmine asked me for the third time.

"It's a surprise!" I repeated, tickling her.

"How far away are we?" she asked sweetly, as though she were trying to ignore me.

"You know what the best part of having a limo is?" I asked her.

"What?" she replied.

"This." I told her, as I leaned over and kissed her. I pulled away so I could move her on to my lap. After making out for only a minute, the car stopped, and a door opened, followed by lots of flashing lights. Jasmine looked up and squealed, before clumsily scrambling off my lap. I sat up and glared at the driver. "What is it?" I asked sighing.

"There's some traffic." He said. I stared at him in disbelief. Is he not aware that there is a screen behind the driver's seat? "And by traffic, I mean screaming girls and paparazzi.

"Can't you scare them off? Pretend it's a party limo." I replied.

"Yes, sir." He said, shutting my door.

"Not so fast, you." I said to Jasmine, pulling her back on to my lap. She giggled as I tried to kiss her again.

She put her hand over my mouth and asked, "Do you think anyone managed to take a picture of us?"

"I don't know... maybe?" I mumbled into her hand.

"My mum is going to kill me." she mumbled, removing her hand from my mouth. "And my dad is going to kill you."

"Really?" I gulped.

"Only if he sees..." she replied. "He's a black belt, just saying..."

"Oh dear." I mumbled.

"You're so cute when you're nervous." She cooed teasingly.

"You're always cute." I said, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "We're here."

She clambered over me and jumped out of the car. I climbed out after her, laughing at how excited she was. I held out my hand and asked her, "Are you ready to go in?" She nodded and took my hand. I led her up a stone path with rows-upon-rows of colourful flowers and plants to the restaurant entrance.

"Harry, this place is amazing." She told me in awe.

"I know." I grinned. "I'll show you the gardens after dinner." As we reached the large white building, we passed a pond with miniature palm trees.

"Was that a flamingo?" she asked me, doing a doubletake.

"Yeah." I replied.

"What?! I'm going to call it Phil!" she exclaimed.

"Actually, his name is Bob." I told her, nodding when she looked at me in disbelief. We finally reached the entrance of the restaurant and walked through the hollow arch, to the podium. "Hi, reservation for Styles?" I asked the girl. She looked up from her iPad and her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

"Oh my g- Harry Styles!" she whisper screamed. "And Jasmine Green!"

"Hi!" Jasmine chirped.

"Hi!" she squeaked back, before composing herself. "If you'll just follow me, I'll take you to your table now." She led us to a more isolated area with a table covered by a white cloth, with a green leather chair on either side. I pulled out the chair for Jasmine, and pushed it in as she sat down, giggling.