I hate Harry Styles! *COMPLETED*

4. He doesn't have a crush on me. Right ?

Hey guys, I don't know if I am really into this fanfic. So I am just winging it.

MY BIRD BIT ME.

Okay, GUESS WHAT ?? NO! NO! YES IMA GIVE YOU YOUR CHAPTA NOW.

Tori's P.O.V.

I THINK I AM TURING BI-POLAR! (A/N I hope no one takes that offensive.) One moment I'm like 'Yeah Harry your hot'

Next I'm all mad at myself like 'DON'T FALL FOR HIM. HE MIGHT BE LIKE TYLER'

I am mad... No happy.... HE THINKS I'M HOT. He left. Okay, well I told him he had to go. I regretted it. So flapkin bad. I mean I could have just told my mom he was my boyfriend ? Nahhh.

Oh... He hugged me. I AM NEVER WASHING MY ARMS AGAIN. Okay.. that's disgusting... Yes I am. But, still. I think I like him if you haven't noticed.

I SORTA.. lIKE TAKE BACK WHEN I SAID THEY WOULD BE STUCK UP AND WHAT NOT.

I take a deep breath and attempt to stop thinking of my lover. I get out my phone and play with it.

BZZZ. 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM HARRY

Yes I put a heart by his name. Don't judge. It says:

H: Hi, I don't know if you put my number in your phone. It's Harry :D


HE PUT A SMILEY FACE.

M: Oh I did :P What's up ?

H: I was just wondering if maybe you would go out to dinner with me ?

Ermegersh. I can just imagine him smiling nervously while asking me.. aweee.

M: Oh yeah! I would love to go! :)

H: Alright. Pick you up at 7. Night Darling. Sweet dreams. XX


I blush at how he called me Darling. I re-read that text over and over.

HE PUT KISSES. DOES HE WANNA KISS ME ?

Yeah... He is hitting on me.. Right ?

No! He probably is just being nice. You idiot!


STOP FIGHTING WITH ME BRAIN.


I think I have issues.

* NEXT DAY AT 6*

I only have 1 HOUR TO GET READY!

I called Riley to help me.

"I still can't believe THE HARRY STYLES has a crush on YOU!" She squeals.

"Oh come on. I already fought with myself. He is just being nice." I say. She knows how weird I am so it doesn't effect her.

She mumbles 'Whatever' Under her breath while grinning.

She digs through my closet and finally comes out with a tan dress with tan heels. (a/n lookie >>)

"OH MY GOSH HE'S GONNA DROOL OVER YOU!" She yelps. Jumping up.

She curls my hair and paints my nails.

I look over at the clock.

"RILEY! IT SEVEN!" This time it's my turn to yelp. She grins. I hear a knock out the door and attempt to run down the stairs with me heels. I swing the door open

"Hi-" He starts, His eyes grow wide when he looks at me. I feels the blood rush to my cheeks.

"You look stunning." He says holding his arm out to me. I lock arms with him

"You don't look to bad yourself." I say looking at his black tux. He blushes.

My jaw drops when I see a huge Limo in front of me. Harry chuckles.

CLIFF HANGER! NOT A BAD ONE BUT YES... Anyway. This chapter is really crappy. I am hyper and sorta rushed it. I'm sorrry. WELL VOTE+ COMENT+ FOLLOW ME!

LOVES

HANNAH XXXX