a stirring invitation: (dear Harry Styles)

talk to me.

Niall sent me an email with local events for that Friday night. He suggested I get dressed up and go out. I couldn't stop thinking about the visit from Paul. He never told me if Harry would actually be stopping by.

I pulled a new dress out of the closet and took a nice long shower. It was only 6pm, so I would treat myself to a nice dinner, then go to a club or two.

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I was curling my hair at 7:30 when I heard ringing in the kitchen again.

"Hello?" I answered in to the phone.

"Mona?" A deep voice with an accent said slowly.

"Y-y-yes?"

"It's Harry Styles and I'd like to accompany you to dinner," he said.

I almost passed out.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" He chuckled.

"Of course," I said. I hung up the phone and kicked off my heels to run outside to the gate. I made a mental note to find out how to unlock the gate from inside.

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I said a silent prayer when I got to gate. I opened it slowly to find no one there.

"What the hell?" I said aloud, getting nervous.

"Surprise!" Harry jumped from around the fence successfully scaring the shit out of me.

I screamed, gasped and clamped my hands over my mouth. I just couldn't believe he was standing in front of me. He hair was swiped to the side, he wore a white t-shirt over his black skinny jeans and gold boots on his feet.

"Hello, love. Nice to meet you," he reached out and pulled me in for a hug.

He smelled like sweet mint. When our embrace ended, he took my hand to lead me back into the bungalow.

"What do you need to do to be ready?" He asked gently.

I stood like a fool, frozen and staring into his green eyes. His laughing broke the trance.

"You alright, Mona?"

I nodded, trying to pull myself together.

"I need lipstick," I answered robotically.

He told me he'd wait in the kitchen while I finished.

In my room, I screamed into a pillow, then hurried to put my red lipstick on. I walked out into the kitchen with more composure.

"You're forgetting something," he grinned.

"No, I think I'm good," I replied, still processing everything.

"Shoes?" His grin widened. What?

I looked down at my feet.

"Oh yeah! They're by the door," I blushed.

"Ok, so where are we going to eat?" He asked as I stepped into my shoes.

"Ever heard of Zuma?"

"Sure," he nodded. "My driver will take us."

He put his hand on my lower back as we walked to the car. I was still shocked to see him in person. I definitely didn't have the guts to ask if he'd be staying the whole weekend plus I didn't want to ruin this.

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"You look beautiful," he complimented me from the seat across from mine.

"Thank you," I looked at my glass of water.