Mr.Styles

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This pic tho, omgosh its so hot. Im out.

Song: Talking Body - Tove Lo

I felt lovely today. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and my mother was visiting a friend. It couldnt get any better, or it could if my mom didnt eat all the nutella that was left. But it was okay. Still, i felt sick by being so nervous about the date. I had never been on a date before... I pulled myself up from bed and yawned tired before stretching a bit. The thing about my sleeping was that if you slept for too long you'd get headache all day. And if you woke up earlier, it would just be a pain in the arse to get up.

I looked at my self in the mirror and scoffed. I wasnt exactly the most beautiful person in the mornings. I couldnt compare to those girls you see in movies that wakes up looking like a freaking model. Okay.. I know that they most likely dont really wake up like that but it feels like thats how you should be looking.  I pulled my flippers on and ran downstairs, trying not to fall like i did last week. Still got a mark from that day...

Singing along to the radio in my pj's, i made myself a very healthy breakfast that contained waffles and very little nutella because a very little was what my mom left me. You may think im only living with my mom but im not. My dad works in the oil industry and is now gone down in asia or something. He's away for six weeks and only home for 4 weeks. My brother Jay is 9 and my sister Quinn is 7. Its a reaaaal pain.

They're  both with our granparents to some cabin with a lake or something. I was asked to join but i thanked no. Two weeks away from the animals was a holiday in it self.

I sat down by the television and watched The Kardashian episode from last night. I ate my waffles as i repeated what they said, trying to make my voice sound like a real Kardashian. It didnt work out too well.  They were all so pretty, and i wasnt ashamed of being jealous. Freaking beautiful models, doing something with their lifes and here i sit with hair that looked like a birds nest while my mouth is filled with some very unhealthy waffles. BUT I FREAKING LOVE IT. I like being like this. This is me, this is real. Im exactly where im supposed to be now. Okay, i seriously gotta stop watching that Camp Rock movie all over again. I dont even know if i quoted correct.

My goal in life was to become a stylist and move to London. My parents wasnt those parents that kept pushing you towards it. Mine was pulling me away. They always tried to tell me to do what i wanted to do, but that i should be staying here, get married and get kids. No focking way. I wasnt gonna rot in this little town while London was just an inch away from me. I was gonna be something great, something big. I was going to be happy with myself.

As i was deep in my thoughts my phone buzzed. I felt my body tingle as i saw it was Harry.

Harry Styles:
I've got some paper things to do later so i'll pick you up at 6. H x

What? Gosh that was like just 3 hours to get ready on? I laughed to myself. I sounded like my friends. It was scary

I replied with a simple "okay x" before running upstairs and filling the tub. I found one of my bath bombs and threw it in the water. It was the funniest thing i knew. I loved bath bombs. I washed my hair, body and just relaxed for a while before getting dry. I applied some makeup and found a dark grey dress that i put on. It wasnt thight, it was rather loose but i loved it. I straightened my hair and grabbed some snacks while waiting for my 'date' to come. My mom didnt know anything, i guess i forgot to tell her.  As i was just about to go on my HayDay farm, the doorbell rang. Oh no.

I was so nervous. I grabbed my purse and walked over to the door and opened it slowly. I gulped nervous before looking into his beautiful green eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit with the suit jacket opened, and again the shirt was half opened. A black fedora hat was placed on his head. He was also wearing some necklaces and just the whole outfit was incredibly hot. "Hello love, ready to go?" he smirked holding his arm out for me. "Hi...yes" i smiled before intertwining my arm in his. The same black range rover was parked outside my house. He hurried around on my side and opened the door. My cheeks was burning! He was such a gentleman! He sat inside himself and started the car. "How was your day love?" He asked focusing on the road. I looked outside, resting my head on the window. "Fine, yours?" I looked at him. He was so smoking hot. I couldnt believe i sat in the same car as him. "It's been busy, paper works and stuff" he said giving me a smile. I nodded before remembering an important question. "How old are you Harry?" I asked curious. Please dont be 30. "26" he smirked to me. Hmm.. Not that bad. The ride was mostly silent. Harry tried to make conversations a few times but im just really shy and dont know what the hell im going to talk about.

After 15 minutes or something, we arrived a fancy resturant. Again he opened the door for me and we walked in together. The resturant seemed so pleased to have us here, or Harry here. "Welcome Mr.Styles! We have your table ready" A male waitress with blonde hair looked at us smiling. He wasnt quite bad looking. He looked me in the eye and suddenly winked as Harry walked towards the table. I gulped looking away from the guy, following Harry.

"I can tell you're nervous" Harry smirked before looking at the menu. I placed my shaky hands on the menu and giggled. "Yeah..i-i've never really been on a date before" i stuttered. God, why im a such an idiot? Im 17, i should be able to speak. "Oh darling, how come you're so inexperienced at your age?" He looked at me rising his eyebrows. I shifted uncomfortable in my seat and bit my lip. "Uhm...i- i havent exactly been popular around the boys" i sighed looking out the window. He chuckled leaning back in his chair before taking off his suit jacket, leaving him just in the white half opened shirt that was folded on his arms. Damn. "When was your first kiss?" He asked smirking. Why was he asking me all these questions?! I wanted to cry, i was so embarrassed. My face turned red. "I havent had mine yet..." He smirked and a light chuckle escaped his mouth. His chin was resting on his hand while he just stared at me with a tiny smirk on his face. I felt my breath become heavier and i felt no control over my body, it was shaking like crazy.

"Did you like your spaghetti?" He asked looking down on the Spaghetti Carbonara that was on my plate. I smiled nodding my head trying not to spit it out. "Yeah it was lovely" i lied. This tasted so bad, what kind of resturant was this? "You dont like it do you?" He put his glass off vodka or whatever it is to his lips and took a sip. I sighed nervous before shaking my head. "Sorry, it just- i dont know it tasted bad" i said honest feeling a little rude because he was the one paying. He nodded while eating his beef. I stared at the beef. It looked delicious. I felt myself drool as i watched him eating it. He then stopped before looking at me. I quickly focused on something else and pretended to yawn. Please take me home.

"Do you want the rest of it love?" He asked looking at me serious. I wanted to say yes so badly but i didnt dare. "No, no its your food! I cant just eat it" i giggled uncomfortable. "April, if you want it i'll gladly share it with you" he smiled and i was considering it hard.
"Okay... Maybe just a little piece" i said and he started cutting into it. He put it over to my plate and i began eating. Oh my lord this was good. This was very good. "You like it?" He asked finishing the rest of his meal. I nodded and smiled. "Tastes like heaven" he chuckled.

"Hey,  get us a bottle of the finest wine you have, thank you" he said to the waiter that was taking our finished plates. "Yes sir" the guy said before walking away.
I looked at Harry and smiled. "You know i dont drink" he looked at me and smirked. "I know, and i wasnt going to let you either. What kind of man do you i am?" He laughed coldly. I shrugged looking at my lap. "You gave me something to drink at the party" i reminded him. He raised his eyebrows giving me that 'okay so what?' look. "Dont you think you drink a little too much?" I asked and i could see him tense. "I drink what i want to drink and how much i drink is up to me" he said sternly . "But you drink all the time"
I said rising my eyebrows. "April, im not an alcoholic if thats what you think" he took a sip from the wine and i rolled my eyes. "Maybe not now b-" "Enough! If i drink or not is my fuc.king business and dont you dare talk to me like this" he spat before putting his glass roughly on the table, spilling wine everywhere. I didnt know what to say, i was speechless, scared.

"I-im s-sorry" i stuttered making my eyes full with tears. "God, remind me why i even took you on this date" he groaned rolling his eyes. "I-im gonna go" i took my purse and quickly wiped away the tears. "No im not gonna leave you here April, im gonna drive you safely home. Just because im a little mad at you doesnt mean i dont care" he said a little calmer. Well i guess that meant something...

"Hey, im sorry for bursting like that but i dont like being talked to that way, do you understand what i mean?" He asked calmly. We were in his car outside my house and the whole ride was silent until now. "Y-yeah... Im s-sorry" i said before opening the car door. But as i was going to step outside, his hand took my chin and pulled it towards him before leaving a soft kiss on my cheek. My hand touched his chest. MY HAND TOUCHED HIS FREAKING CHEST. My whole body exploded and i felt like crying because of how happy i felt, i know it sounded like overreacting. But when a guy like this put his lips on you, the angels take you to heaven.

He let me go and smirked.

"Laters baby"

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Soooo I've finally got my macbook and I'm so happy! Like, I've been writing on my stupid iPhone all the time and its so annoying.