That Girl.

Chapter 4

LEXA'S P.O.V

Finally Friday was here. I was getting ready for my date. I haven't been on a date in so long. I wasn't usually the girl that gets asked out or even looked at. I was just a fuck to Michael. Nothing more and maybe even less than that. I looked in the mirror and felt disgusted. My hair is always so damn frizzy, don't get me started on my massive thighs that are larger than the state of Texas. I finally saw my face in the mirror and it horrified me. My acne made me burst into tears. It was always my biggest insecurity other than my limp. I was ugly. Why would Harry even glance at a girl like me. I was no one. 

I just bought a dress that made me feel skinny for once. Michael always told me I should lose some weight. I straightened my hair and I looked like I was 25 which is good in some ways. I looked at my acne filled face one last time before I put shit tons of cover up over them. My make up took me so long. I had to make sure the scars weren't visible on my face. I looked alright for taking about an hour just to do my make up. I didn't want to let myself be insecure right now so I put on some High School Musical.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I walked up up to Curly's door and all I could hear is "Can I have this dance" through her door. I knocked for a good 2 minutes until I just walked in. I saw her spinning around in a pretty cream dress with her blonde hair moving with it. She was singing on the top of her lungs and it made me smile. When the song ended she still didn't see me. "Hey, Curly" I say trying not to scare her but failed. "holy shit Harry! When the fuck did you get here!" she scream but I couldn't hold my laughter. "Stop laughing, it's not funny" she sounded like a little kid. "It's okay babe, I liked High School Musical too when I was 7" I teased making a smile form on her lips. Oh her lips. They were so plump. What I would give to kiss them. "Curly you look lovely" I complimented by saying the absolute truth. I could do without all the cover up hiding her actual face.

"Let's go, you fucking goob" she laughs at me. "Let me get my car keys" she starts to turn back to her room. "Babe, my car's fixed" I chuckle at her. "Oh, I'm a dumbass" she makes fun of herself. "Yea you are but a cute dumbass" I say confidently. "Where are you taking me" she asks curiously as we walk down her apartment stairs.

LEXA'S P.O.V

"Nowhere to fancy just a little place that reminds me of home is all" he says spiking my curiousity a little more than he has. His car. Oh my God his fucking car was nice. "What is it love, you're quiet" he says a little concerned but he is still joking. "Your car is hot. Like really hot" I say and my eyes never leaving his 1970 Ford Capri. I loved old cars. Mine is a classic but Harry's was in a lot better shape than my 1972 Beetle. "I take it you like the classics" he smiled. "Damn right I do. Once I get money i'm pouring it all into George." I state matter of factly. "George?" he laughs at me knowing damn well i'm talking about my beat up old bug. "Yea, my car you dipshit" I say a little annoyed. "I'm just giving you a hard time about your tiny ass car." he laughs but I am deeply offended because I love George. "I love my car" I say a little defeated. 

"Anyway I like the damn car" I say annoyed. "Thanks little miss defensive" he laughs and just pout. He pops in a Rolling Stones tape. I started to sing Jumping Jack Flash under my breath but then I heard Harry sing it proudly and very loudly. "I knew you were a Stones fan that's why I brought all the tapes from my room." he states making me smile because he remembered I liked them too. But how ? "How did you know I liked them too. I could be a poser and just wear the shirt sometimes" I try and defened myself for no reason. "You have worn a different Stones shirt 4 times this week and then the giant Jagger poster in your room above your bed and don't get me started on that record collection in the living room." he says very proud that he proved me wrong. "I heard you singing along about 30 seconds ago you twat" he laughed at me.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I think she's so fucking cool. A girl who likes classic cars and classic music. What are the chances of that? I actually liked her bug but I liked giving her shit about it more. She's so fun to piss off because she doesn't stay pissed for long. We finally arrive to the pub. It's the only English place in the hell hole. "This is my favourite place to eat like ever" she exclaimed with glimmer in her eyes. "Good because we're eating here" I say a little proud of myself for picking a decent place for a date. 

She orders a Cottage Pie which she tells me is her favourite food of all time besides split pea soup. This girl would fit in perfectly in England around 1972. We chatter on about our lives. I found out her dad is in prison and her mum and her don't have a good relationship nut she still loves her. I tell her about my mum and my sister Gemma and just life in England. Her eyes start to sparkle when I bring up the rainy country. I see Mike walk into the pub alone. 

This isn't good. Hopefully Lexa doesn't see him but she does. This date was going so well too.