*Molly's POV*
So it was settled me and Harry were going to meet up again to have a match of tennis. This may sound stupid but I have already fallen for him and I think he might be falling for me. I mean when the other waiter was flirting with me he seemed to get rather jealous. Maybe it is just my imagination playing tricks on me!I loved that we had a good bond, but he didn't know my age. If i tell him me might not like me anymore. He will say I am too young for him and not mature enough.
It was currently 1:30pm and I was meeting Harry at 3 for the tennis. Seen as the courts were quite far away I was going to get a taxi there. It would take about an hour to get there so I needed to set off by 2. Seen as we were only playing tennis I decided against wearing make up and doing my hair. i opened my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of sports shorts and a adidas top. Quickly I tied my hair up in a ponytail and went downstairs to get some lunch.
Seen as I was going to be doing a lot of running around I only had a apple as I didn't want to get a stitch. When I looked at the time it was 1:45, so I called a taxi whilst putting on my shoes and getting my racket. Because it was a tuesday and it was mid-day the taxi service was quiet and within a matter of minutes I could see the taxi from the window.
Of course my mum and dad were at work so I had to find my own way there. Even though it was the holdidays they were still at work leaving me home alone. Although I tried not to show it, i was heartbroken every time I was left alone. I felt as if my parents didn't care for me and would prefer life without me. Sometimes they would be gone days at a time leaving me to cook, wash and clean.
I opened the front door, locked it behind me and made my way down to the taxi. Luckily the journey wasn't too painfully long. The radio was on and playing music, and I just hummed the songs to myself for the whole journey.
When I arrived I paid the driver and got out to find Harry already there warming up. He had his headband on with a white bodytight top and white shorts. His legs were tanned and every time he swung the racket you could see the muscles in his arms.
"Hi Molly ready to get beat" Harry said with a huge smile on his face.
"More like the other way round, don't be so cocky curly" I bantered back. He smirked at me and we both went over to the court. The game was pretty even in all honesty. Harry was better than I had expected. In the end I won by 3 matches to 2.
"Unlucky Styles better get practising"
"I was just being a gentleman, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, so I let you win" I just laughed at how much of a bad loser Harry was.
"Molly how did you get here?" Harry asked me.
"I took a taxi"
"Why didn't your parents give you lift?" I looked at the ground as I was very sensitive on this subject. I know Harry didn't mean to upset me.
"Um well they are never at home" I told Harry. His face softened and pulled me into a hug. He snaked his arms around my waist and I burried my face into his chest. Harry smelt gorgeous.
"Do you want a lift home Moll?"
"Are you sure?" I asked him shyly. I didn't want to be any trouble.
"Of course, come on"
*Harry's POV*
Molly's house was further away than expected and the traffic was bad so it took about 1 and a half hours to get her home. Not that I was complaining about spending time with her.
"So Molly how old are you?" I asked her. Even though we had been talking for quite a while we didn't really know each other that well.
"Well I am 14" She said. I didn't know what to think. Is it wrong to have feelings for her? She honestly didn't look that young.
"Oh" Was all that I managed to get out. Could I date a 14 year old? Would managment let me for a start? What would the boys think? All the bad press I would get, and Molly would get even more. I had to figure things out.
The rest of the car journey was an awkward silence. Was I really going to let Molly slip away that easily?
