Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

14: Date Night

I am woken up by Harry's deep, husky voice, close to my ear as he kisses my cheek. I can feel his breath fanning my neck, and it causes goose bumps to form.

"Anna, wake up, baby. It's date night tonight."

I smile as I squint my eyes and slowly open them. I am still on the couch in the studio. I fell asleep when Harry was softly playing his guitar and humming some melodies, which was honestly the best thing to fall asleep to ever.

"Oh right. I should go get ready." I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stretch out.

"You've been in here playing the whole time?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I was. Had some inspiration." He says.

"Which door was it again?" I ask him as we walk through the hallway. Harry laughs and opens the door to the bedroom.

"You go change and do your make-up and stuff. I'll see you when you're ready?" He says. I nod. He grabs a different pair of shoes out of the closet and then he leaves me alone in the room.

I can't help but squeal a little at all the perfect dresses in the huge closet to choose from. I look at them one by one, try a couple of them on and finally decide on quite a long, crimson coloured dress that is quite tight. It's not too fancy, but not too casual either. I notice that my figure looks good in it, I must have been working out as well. Not that hard when you have a gym in your own house.

I sit down at the make-up table and rummage through all the stuff. I take my time to find the products that look like I use them a lot, because that must mean I love them and they look good on me. I start with a little foundation, and then I do a subtle smoky eye with nude colours and a winged eyeliner. I put quite a lot of mascara on my long eyelashes, and then a light red colour on my lips, one that's not too obvious, but just subtle, to finish off the look. I study the finished look. I look cute, a lot better than I did before, and a lot less like a zombie.

I take the messy bun out of my hair and let it fall down over my shoulders. The blonde colour looks good with the crimson colour of my dress.

Now all that's missing is shoes. Luckily I have more than enough pairs of them.

I find a pair of simple black heels, and it perfects the look. I stand in front of the mirror and decide that I'm satisfied with the result.

I go downstairs, expecting to find Harry in the living room, but he's not there. He's not in the kitchen either. I decide not to go look for him, because honestly, I'd get lost in the house. So I take a seat on one of the couches and wait for him to come to me, and in the meantime I put on the TV. After flipping through the channels for a while, I find an old episode of Friends and watch that for a second.

Then the doorbell rings. "Harry?" I yell into the house, but there's no response. Shit. Now I have to go open the door. What if it's someone I'm supposed to know? This could be awkward. My heartbeat's speeding up as I make my way to the door.

I slowly open it, only to find a very handsome chap standing in front of me, a bunch of flowers in his hand.

"I'm here to pick you up for our date, Mrs Styles." He says, and I chuckle. It feels weird to hear him call me that, but I decide not to let those negative feelings take over tonight. Because tonight, I just want to have fun and forget about everything.

"You look great, Haz." I say. He hasn't changed his outfit from this morning, still wearing the half unbuttoned white shirt and the black skinny jeans. He did change his shoes, to a fancier pair, and he has his hair down, not in the bun anymore.