My Heart Is The First He Has Owned (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4.

I don't know what to think. I've only been getting to know harry for 3 days, but i like him. I don't know why, i hate him, he is a player. I just need to figure my feelings out. No one can know about it, i mean no one. Hannah will mock me, if i tell Harry he will only laugh in my face. There isn't any chance he would like me back. But he never stays with girls, so why is he staying with me?

To: Harry

What time you picking me up? A x

From: Harry

7? Where something hot, if you aren't i won't take you out;). H 

I nod my head a the text even though he can't see me. I sigh and make my way over to my wardrobe. I want to go on this date, so need to wear something sexy. But i don't own anything sexy. 

"Hey Han" I say as she answers the phone. "Hey Amelia, whats wrong?" She asks sweetly. "Okay, well im going on a date with Harry tonight, hes told me wear something sexy, but what do i wear? Can i borrow something of yours? And can you come makeover me?" I say smiling even though shes can't see me. She squeals "yes! ill be right there" She squeals. I giggle and she cuts the phone line. 

I sit on my bed as Hannah goes through my wardrobe chucking things out. "Here" She says handing me a maroon dress. This was hers, it was a boob tube, and just in the middle of the thighs. It caught my eye immediately. I nod my head at her and she smiles. She shoves me into the bathroom.

I get dressed into the maroon dress, taking my bra straps off. It was nice kinda tonight, so if we walk, which i have no idea if we will or not. Im wondering whether i should be able to trust him or not, its all to much, and its scaring me. 

I slide the tights on and put the black heels on, i don't want to wear them, what if Harry thinks im trying to much? What if he reads i have a thing for him? I sigh as a run a hand through my hair, the dress looks good on me. Shows of my curves, maybe i'll just look like i did that time me and Harry kissed? 

"You done?" Hannah calls. "Yeah" I say walking out of the bathroom. She sits me down on at my dressing table and does llight curls in my hair. The sit perfectly on my shoulders, she does a light amount of makeup on me, with a thin line of eyeliner going around my eyes. "go look" She says shovering me to the long hall way in the corridor. 

I smile to myself as soon as i see myself, she always manages to do a fantastic job on making me look pretty. "Thankyou Han" I say smiling still. She smiles at me. "Come on, Harry will be here soon" She says, i laugh and grab my purse and head downstairs. I take my phone out of my purse, no messages from Harry, as soon as i put my phone back in my pocket there is a beep outside. I look outside and see Harry's black BMW. 

"Wish me luck" i say to Hannah as i leave she smiles at me and i make my way out the door. 

I grab the door handle of Harry's car and climb in, he is staring at me, but without his cheeky smirk, more of a warming smirk which makes me smile back at him. "You look good" He says grabbing the steering wheel. "You do yourself" I smile at him. 

I don't know if i mean it or not, he does look rather hot to be fair, hes wearing a black pair of skinny jeans, his normal pair unless he has about 10 pairs. He is then wearing a white polo shirt which looks like it is glued to his torsp, you can see his abs right through his shirt, which sends shivers down my spine. His hair is in its normal messy curls but i like it that way. I don't know why, i don't know why i like him, he is dangerous and he scares me. Maybe he has gotten me into my worst nightmare by liking him, maybe this was his plan all along. 

"You getting out the car or not?" Harry says, cutting me out of my thoughts. I look out the car window and realize we've arrived at some restaurant. "Noone comes here, thank god so nooone will see us" He says as he gets out of the car. "Why is that good?" I ask raising my eyebrows. "i shouldn't be doing this, but theres something about you, i just need to figure it out, then i'll go" He says shrugging his shoulders, am i that bad? He stuffs his hands in his pockets then starts walking. I slowly follow behind, regretting being here.