Only You {h.s}

Chapter Sixteen

"Allie! Don't laugh at me," I pout at my friend.

I've been at her house for three hours trying to get myself together for my date with Harry tonight. She seems to think my constant state of panic it's just hilarious.

"Okay, okay. Did he tell you where you're going?"

"All he said was "dress nicely". What does that even mean? Casual nice? Black tie nice? That tells me nothing!"

"Calm the fuck down, Meredith. I don't think he's taking you to meet the Queen or anything."

I let out a long sigh as I look over my choices. I brought two full length dresses with me and 3 short ones. I think I've narrowed it down to a couple.

"Black or white?" I ask Allie.

"White. Definitely white." She hands me a dress and practically demands that I put it on.

It's pure white and of course, has long sleeves. The whole thing is covered in lace. The neckline is somewhat high, so I guess that makes up for the fact that it doesn't even reach mid thigh.

"You don't think it's too short?" I ask, attempting to pull the dress down a little.

"Absolutely not. You look beautiful."

"Whatever you say," I roll my eyes.

"Now sit down so I can do your hair and makeup. He'll be here in an hour."

I feel a pang of nervousness. This could go so wrong. What if I say something stupid? I have the social skills of a piece of bread. Then again, it isn't like we're strangers. He's had his fingers inside of me for fucks sake.

Allie begins loosely curling my hair. It falls softly down my back. She barely puts any makeup on me, telling me I don't need it. Ha.

Not even five minutes after she finishes, there's a knock on the door. I hurriedly slip on the nude heels Allie let me borrow and grab my purse.

"Good luck!" she shouts as I make my way to the door.

I stop and take a deep breath before opening it.

Relax.

When I swing the door open, I am met with Harry. Harry in a black button down and tight black dress pants. He's still wearing some heeled boots, only these ones are silver and glittery. And there's a yellow flower tie around his neck. These quirky things he wears would look so strange on anyone else, but holy shit he looks hot.

The way we stand there just looking at each other reminds me of the day he came back to London. I blush as his eyes trail over my body, eventually meeting my gaze. He takes his pink lip between his teeth.

"You look beautiful," he says with a genuine smile on his face.

"So do you."

My eyes go wide as the words slip out of my mouth. What is wrong with me? Harry chuckles softly at my embarrassment, "If you say so, princess."

He takes my hand and leads us to his car. I catch a dark shadow move behind a tree in the front lawn. I look around and see nobody around us, so I just shake it off.

His eyes linger on mine as he reaches over and puts my seatbelt on for me. My breath hitches when he leans over my body. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth before getting into his own seat.

"So where are you taking me?" I ask as he pulls out of Allie's driveway.

"Dinner."

"Sounds g-"