The picture above is Harry's outfit for this chapter because he looks fine as hell.
"A-a date?" I stuttered, trying to keep my eyes from growing wide.
"Well, yeah. Unless you don't want too..." Harry trailed off averting his gaze from me to the floor. I immediately felt bad.
"I would love too." I said with a smile, and his pretty lips smiled back at me.
"So!" Harry clapped his hands together and looked around the room. "Where to?" He asked and I thought about it for a second, but realized I didn't know anything about this city.
"I think the gentlemen should decide." I said jokingly. The look on his face became serious and he gave me a stern nod. He grabbed his bag off the bed.
"You're right. I'll let the lady get dressed. Ill pick you up at 8." Harry headed for the door.
"Pick me up? But I-"
"I'll pick you up at 8." Harry winked and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in his room. I couldn't help but to laugh to myself. He was the cutest thing.
I praised myself for packing my favorite long sleeve dress, or else I don't know what I would be wearing. The dress was baby blue and it was very loose, a bohemian look. It fell to about my mid-thigh, it must have shrunk, because I don't remember it being this short. I put on a long gold necklace since the dress was so plain. I touched up my make up a bit and brushed my hair. I noticed I still had over 20 minutes left so I decided to curl my hair. The curls didn't come out to well though, they looked more like waves. I was never good at curling hair.
With 10 minutes to spare, I had some time to think about the date... and completely psych myself out. I sat down on the bed with nothing else to do, just me and my thoughts, never a good thing. My hands started to get clammy as I thought about everything that could possibly go wrong. What if the date was awkward? What if we had nothing to talk about? What do I order so I don't look fat? Do I eat my whole meal? I clutched the white sheets in my hands, I could feel my face was flushed red. I didn't want this to get any worse. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, telling myself everything was going to be okay.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my panicked state. I quickly checked myself in the mirror, and smoothed out my dress before going to the door. I swung it open with a shy smile, Harry was leaning against the doorway, a single red rose in his hand.
"My lady." He said in a terrible American accent, stretching out his arm to hand me the rose. I giggled a bit before taking it from him.
"You're so sweet." I blushed, bringing the flower to my nose and inhaling its pretty scent.
"You look very pretty, Emily." His comment made me shiver and my heart rate quickened. But as soon as I comprehended the words I couldn't help but to tell myself that he was lying.
"Thank you." I said shyly, staring at my rose. I took a second to admire Harry's outfit. He was wearing his black fedora with the same skin tight black jeans and his chelsea boots, but he was now wearing a brown button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The shirt had some strange pattern on it that I couldn't quite understand but he still made it look good as hell.
"You ready?" He asked, I nodded my head.
"So where are we going?" I played with the rose is my hand, feeling how sharp the thorns were with the tip of my finger.
"You'll see."
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I didn't even know how to pronounce the name of the restaurant, which made me nervous. It sounded foreign, and that means foreign food, which means I probably won't like it.
