-Olivia's POV-
Harry still hasn't told me where we are going, but I'm guessing it's a cliché date, because he's already doing the 'it's a surprise' facade. I'm still really excited and happy, although, maybe a little scared? Because, I've never been on a date. Between my older brother being way over-protective, me being shy, and before my career was too hectic. Harry is showing me what it's like to do something for myself, and how to be romantically involved with someone. So far I'm liking this.
-Harry's POV-
Since Olivia told me that this is not only our first date, but also her first date. I wanted to make it really special. I've been on dates before, although this one won't be me trying to get her to sleep with me. I haven't felt this way before.. To fancy someone and them feel the same way back. Hopefully Olivia likes what I've done, because I swear I've never put so much effort into something in my life, as much as I did in this date.
"Love, we're here," I inform Olivia.
"Yay!" She screams.
I chuckle lightly, and walk around to her side of the car and open her door.. I've never done that before either.. This girl is magic I swear, she doesn't even have to do anything, and for some weird reason, she makes me fall at her feet.
-Olivia's POV-
Harry opens the door for me; which is really sweet I must say; I thank him in a British accent.
"Never do that again," He giggles.
"Was it not good enough for an American?" I ask in a British accent again.
"No, not even for an American." He smirks.
"Fine then, you see how hard it is to do a foreign accent. Try to do an American one." I dare him.
"We should like totally go to Starbucks, and then go shopping." He says in a weird girl voice.
I almost fall down laughing, he joins in, then we're both laughing hysterically in a parking lot. I bet we look crazy as fuck to other people, but who cares.
"We'll never try to do each-others accents again, okay?" I say in-between giggles.
"Yes, because yours was awful, and mine was creepy." He smiles.
"That's true."
After we calm down from our laughing fit, we walk over to this cute little building, and Harry put his hand on the small of my back, making me blush.
"Where are we Harry?" I ask curiously.
"Well, my one of my friends here in LA, owns this, it has a nice pool, and it's beautiful." Harry answers.
"Why is there a parking lot?"
"There is a popular restaurant across the parking lot, and most of the time all the spots get filled, so they extended it to over here." He replies.
"Oh, well you said a pool, I didn't bring a bikini."
"I brought you one," He winks.
"This is going to be good." I laugh.
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Harry gave me the tiniest bikini ever, I've worn one like this before, but that was for a photo-shoot. Cheeky bastard did this on purpose. I walk out of the bathroom I was changing in, and see Harry shirtless, with only his swimming trunks on, my oh my he looks so fucking sexy. I don't know what I'm going to do with him.
"Olivia, you look very very.. sexy, and beautiful, and gorgeous. Just perfect." He complements me whilst pulling his lip ring between his teeth, look very fine must I say.
