Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Harry's POV:

I shake out my curls one more time before I smile in the mirror. My dimples pop out, and I trace the indent on my cheek with my finger. I take a deep breath, before I grab my phone off the charger, and stuff it into my grey blazer pocket.

Why am I so nervous?

It's not like I'm new to this girl thing. In fact, I'm pretty much a veteran.

I walk out of the bathroom, and into the living room. Sydney and Louis are watching a movie, while Liam and Zayn are playing some kind of board game on the floor. As for Niall, I have no clue where he is.

"You have a date?" Liam asks, looking up at me.

I smile, "Yeah...one of the bartenders at Benji's."

"Which one?" Zayn says before he moves his game piece. He looks up, his black hair flopping over his forehead.

"Uh, the one with the short black hair." I pull the slip of paper she gave me. "Adrian."

"Ah, she's a catch." Zayn says, giving me a smirk. "Have fun, mate. Be careful. If you're too drunk to drive home or whatever, ring me, alright?"

I smile, and I feel my dimples popping out. "Will do, Zayn."

I pass the couch, leaning over to give Syd a quick kiss on the cheek, and ruffling Lou's hair. "Use protection." I wink at them.

Sydney rolls her eyes. "Same to you."

"As if. I don't fuck a girl on the fir-"

"Don't lie." Louis smirks.

I roll my eyes, and walk out of the house. It's a warm night, so I take off the blazer before getting into my car. I throw it in the back, before I open up a new message and quickly send Adrian a message saying I'll pick her up in about ten minutes.

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Benji's is much more crowded than it was whenever I was here earlier. I instantly spot Adrian sitting on a bench with her jacket draped over her crossed legs. She's typing on her phone.

I get out of the car, and slide onto the bench. "Good evening, m'lady."

She smiles. "You actually came."

"Why wouldn't I?"

She's changed into a pair of jean shorts and a pink tank top. Her bra can be seen through the fabric. She even managed to do her hair differently than the previous ponytail she had earlier.

"I don't know. You could've been a complete jackass for all I know."

"Well, I'm not. And you look lovely."

"Thank you, sir." She gets up, and I look down at her feet. She's put on a pair of pink strapped sandals, that showcase a purple tattoo on her foot.

"What's your tat?"

She grins, and looks down at her foot. "It says my mum's name. She passed about three years ago. Drunk driving accident." She shrugs. "I just thought I'd get something to remind myself of her, you know?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"You have any ink?" She opens the door to the passenger side of the car and scoots across the seat.

"No." I mumble, before I buckle my seatbelt. "Not yet, anyways. I just graduated high school."

"Ah...young one." Adrian grins, before pushing back a strand of her black hair. "How old are you exactly?"

"Eighteen."

"Not too bad. I'm twenty one."

I nod, before I make a right turn.