It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 11

Okay here's chapter 11!! I only have a few readers but that's okay! I'll get more. But anyways. Here it is. :)

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So school is a boring pit of Hell. There's guys that hot on me a lot. And I just ignore them. I've got one boy on my mind and that's who I need. I can't wait to get out of here. The day crawled so slow. I was waiting for the last bell.

Harry P. O. V.

Tonight, is our first date. I can't help but be nervous. I had the flowers ready and we are going to a small little diner thing a little way away. She'll love it. I am so anxious. I'm on my way to get her from school. As usual. I've got the radio on. Not really paying attention to it. I can't stop thinking about her. She's on my mind all the time. The boys have noticed that I'm on air. And it's getting old but you know how it goes. But I do the same thing to them. Recording is fun but it's been going slow, it ends at 2:00 and she gets out at 2:45 and it's just enough time to get there. I parked in my normal spot and got out. Smoothing out my white v-neck and tugging my pants. Checking my hair. The usual. I leaned on the hood of my car and waited. Then there she was. She was looking around. Her long brown hair is gathered over her shoulder, she has on some cute white shorts with a yellow shirt and some brown sandals. Her aviators on her face. Her bag swings lazily as she walks over to me. She smiles at me and I grin back. Giving her a wink. She rolls her eyes. "Hey." She says. "Hello." I push myself off the hood and envelop her in a hug. She tenses at first but then hugs me back. "You sleep last night?" I said in her ear. "Mmhmm. I did." She confirmed. She pulls herself out of my embrace. "So, where are we going tonight?" I smirk "It's a secret." She bites her lip. Ugh that's a weakness of mine. I can't help it. "Hazzaa!" She whines. She looks into my eyes. I cover my face. "Ahhh! Save me from the adorableness!" I yell. She giggles, "then tell me where we are going Styles!" She demands. I shake my head no. I peek through my hands. She's pouting. I groan. "Nooo...it's a surprise and it's gonna stay that way!" I exclaim. She huffs. "Fine. Now an you at least tell me whether I should dress up anymore or be kinda casual?" I shrug. "In between." I say. She makes a face and I laugh. "Come on, love. Let's go." We climb into the car and I drive her to her house.

Lydia P. O. V.

We pulled up to my house. "You gonna come in or come back and get me?" I asked. He turned off the car. And we got out. I unlocked the front door and we walked in. I handed him the remote to our tv. "Knock yourself out. It'll be a little while." "Maybe, I'll come back in a little bit. I'm guessing you're taking a shower...." He trailed off. I nodded. "Whatever you wanna do. It'll be about an hour or so." "I'll come back in half an hour." I nodded. "Bye." He walked out and I went upstairs to take my shower. I blow dried my hair. When I was done with that I heard a voice yell, "HONEY, IM HOME!" I laughed at him. I heard the TV and went back to getting ready. I put on my make up. I put on my mint skinny jeans, a nude/cream striped shirt, with a nude colored shrug and nude heels with a mint necklace. I grabbed my small black wristlet and my phone. I checked my hair which was cooperating. I walked down the stairs. "Hey, you ready to go?" I asked. He had his back to me. He started to turn around while saying, "Yeah, you...whoa." He looked me up and down as I walked over to him. He looked at him and he had flowers. Three red roses. "Wow, you look...amazing." He said. "You clean up good too, Styles." He had on his signature look. His tuxedo jacket with a white button up and his jeans and sneakers. He was hot, drop. Dead. Beautiful. He handed me my flowers. I smiled and he returned it. "Thanks. I'll just put these in some water and we can go." He nodded. I did that and we were on the road. "So will you tell me where we're going now?" I asked. "No." I groaned and he laughed at me. We talked about nothing at all. Just random shit that didn't matter but it's fun. We pulled up to this little place. It's called "The Wallflower" I laughed at the name, I liked the place. He opened my door. "Madame." He fake bowed. And I giggled. He opened the door too. I stepped inside and smiled. It was a kind of dim place but it was homey. There were little booths and we got seated in the one in the corner. The waitress came by and took our order. She saw Harry and her eyes bugged out of her head. He was quicker. "No. Please don't scream! I'll sign something. Take a picture. Just don't make a scene." She nodded and she got an autograph and took our orders. "So, how do you like it?" He asked gesturing to the place. "I love it! It's perfect." "Just like you." He said. I ignored it. "So have you ever been here before?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah. Me and the boys come sometimes." I leaned forward and put my arms on the table. "So..." I said. "Sooo...what's your favorite color?" He asked. I scrunched up my face in thought. "Hmmm, that's hard. I like yellow. It's like the sun. What's your favorite color?" "I like red." He replied. "If you had to choose between a hippopotamus or a panda for Christmas which one would you want?" Harry asked. I looked at him, and laughed. "A panda. Will you remember me in a day?" I asked. He scoffed, "Of course I will! How could I not?" "Will you remember me in an hour?" "Yes." "Will you remember me in a minute?" "Really? Yes!" He exclaimed. "Will you remember me in a second?" I asked seriously. "Yes!" "Knock, knock." "Who's there?" He asked. I busted up laughing. "Hey that's no fair! That wasn't even right. That was terrible." He groaned. "Yeah but you fell for it!" I gasped out. He smiled. "Yeah, I fell for something else too." Oh my goodness. Okay, Lydia. You have to prove him wrong that you don't crave his touch. So ignore the comments. "You have a good joke?" I asked instead. He thought for a moment. "Okay, okay. How do you drown a whole submarine full of blondes?" He asked. I shrugged. "You knock on the door." He smiled. I giggled. "Why did Sally, fall off the swing?" I asked. He shrugged. "Because she had no arms!" I giggled. He stared at me his mouth open half smiling his eyes were all wide. I was giggling again. "Knock knock!" I cried. "Who's there?" "Not Sally!" I cackled. "That's terribly funny!" He laughed. We went on with the corny jokes for awhile and then the food got there and it smelled really good. We are in semi-silence. Only talking every now and then. We went back to talking again after. He paid the bill and we sat there got I don't know how long. He would flirt and I would brush it off. Come up with something smart or avoid it by asking a question. We got here at maybe 5:00 and it is now 9:00. My mom texted saying she'd be out again and to be careful. We left and got back to my house. We walked in and I told him to wait while I went and changed. I changed into an off shoulder sweater and a pair of cut offs and just wore socks. I threw my hair up in a bun. I walked back downstairs. He stared and I ignored him. Not rudely. But didn't let it get to me. So I just stared at him too. Then I remembered, "Hey, you wanna see my art now?" I asked. He lit up. "YES!" he cried. He held out his hand..."Lead the way!" He said. I laughed and drug him up the stairs and into my art/music room. My canvases were stacked and everything is in order. My guitar and my music sheets were on my shelf. My amp beside it. He took in the room. It's big, and it's got a big bay window, and it's got a high ceiling. I pulled out all my art work. He took them all in. He studied them. And I bit my lip in anticipation. "You are very talented. These are really, really good. They're so beautiful. You put lots of thought into them." I pointed to one. "That one's my favorite because its a painting of my dad that I did a few months before he was in the hospital. He was so happy and I wanted to capture it in how I saw it so I painted it." I smiled at the memory. I say down on the floor and pulled out a set of paint tubes and brushes and a canvas. "What are you doing?" Harry asked. "Go get the roses for me please." He walked out and brought then to me. I stood up and he stopped me. "What was that?" He asked. I'm confused. "What was what?" He pulled up my shorts' leg on my left side. His eyes widened a bit. "You've got a tattoo?" I laughed. "Yeah! I've got two." "What's it say?" He asked. "Curiosity usually leads to trouble." I stated. He ran his finger over it. I shivered. It sent goosebumps rippling over my body. "This just makes you even more amazingly sexy. Where's your other one. I'm curious." He whispered huskily. I looked at him, rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt on my right side. He traced his fingers on the lines. I shivered again. He leaned down and kissed it. I put my shirt down quickly. "So what are you doing?" He asked just abruptly going to a different subject. "I'm gonna paint these roses." He nodded. "Which one is your room?" I shook my head. "No. Off limits to you and to everyone else." He runs out and down the hall. Shit he can't go in there! "HARRY STYLES! DON'T GO IN THERE!" I yelled down the hall. He laughed and opened my door. "Why what's so...bad...." He faltered. Damn it. Cover blown. He's gonna hate me. He walked in and I slid down the wall just inside my door. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them. My hair fell out of its bun. I left it. I'm done for. He won't ever want me. He was still staring at the room. "Lydia. What the fuck is this? You have our faces all over the walls. I thought you didn't know who we were. You're a fan! You've been a fan all this time! But you lied to us so you could be with One Direction. So you could use us later on! I can't believe this. After all this, and I fell for it. And I fell for you. And you were just playing me the whole time. Was the playing hard to get so you wouldn't feel as bad when you broke my heart? You're a fucking fan, Lydia! And a pretty devoted one at that! I can't believe this. How you could stop so low. You make me sick." "Harry...let me explain! It's not what you..." "Save it! You're done with us. Your plan is done. We, well what we could've been? Through, never will happen. And to think I thought I loved you." I lifted my head. Tears streaming down my face. "H-H-Harry." I stuttered. He walked past and I grabbed his hand. "Please. It's not what you think." I hiccuped. He walked away and slammed the door behind him. "HARRY!" I yelled. I collapsed on the floor bawling. I screwed up big time. He's mad and he hates me. Wait, he said that he loved me. That made me cry harder. I ruined it. All five of them will hate me for what they think I did. I drug myself into my art room. I started painting the roses, crying. I'm hiccuping and my brush it painting even strokes. I'm still painting when my mom gets home. She doesn't disturb me when I paint so I was grateful. I finished my painting at 4:00. I thank my lucky stars we don't have school. I crashed and cried myself to sleep.

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DUN DUN DUN! Uh oh he found out! Hey I can't figure out how to post pictures on the side. But I did create a board on Pinterest!! So if you look me up wandi1528 or Lindsey Mimms. The board is easy to figure out. But I have pictures of outfits and people and cool stuff like that so check it out! So comment vote fan let me know what you think. I'll update soon! Peace out xoxoxo