The Beginning - 4

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8th May 2016 (Sunday)

Harry's P.O.V.

"You should call her man."

"I know..."

"You're going to France in a week, Harry. I think you should give her a call so you could be together before you go..."

"I know Jeff. But I don't know what to say... When I met her, I wasn't me, I was carefree. Now everyone has seen my new hairstyle and I'm easily recognized. She is not used to that. I don't know if she wants that..."

"Look, I know she is different, because you met her and she didn't know who you were and neither did anyone else at the pub. And you are not used to that. You are used to everyone you talk to knowing who you are, at least knowing that you are famous. And this is not the case. Well it is, but it wasn't when you met. But, from what you told me, she seems like a nice and smart girl. She can handle it. If she can't, well, then it's her loss. But you have to try. Look at it as a challenge."

"Okay. Let's say I call her. What do I say? Do I invite her out? We wont have any privacy and she'll be freaked out. Do I invite her to a dinner in my house? She'll think I'm going too fast..."

"Harry c'mon. Don't be like that. Call her and ask her out. You'll figure something out."

"Alright." I get up and start scrolling until I reach the M and stop by "MariaNA".


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Once I got back to meet the lads at the table, everyone told me off for not asking for her number nor asking her for a dance. 

After a lot of convincing and taking a shot of Jägermeister, I decided to go to her again. I approached her table and asked her if she wanted to dance. She said yes and we got to the dance floor and slow danced to Ed's Thinking Out Loud

After dancing, talking and me buying her another drink, her friends went to tell her that they were leaving. I offered her to stay with me and the lads for a while more and she said yes. I took her to our table and she met the lads, who seemed to like her. I got to know her in a different setting and I came to see that she is very fun. She laughed a lot and was in a very good mood, making everyone happy and comfortable. 

After a while (that went by way too fast) she told me it was getting late and she had to go home. I offered to take her home so she wouldn't go alone, but she said no, and I didn't want to insist so she wouldn't think I had ulterior motives. 

I walked her to her car and we talked about how we both had had a lot of fun. The conversation faded as we were approaching the car and we knew that we had to say goodbye. We stopped by the driver's door and she unlocked it with the remote but remained standing in front of me, looking me in the eyes. I wasn't sure if I should kiss her or not. I wanted to, but I also wanted to be a gentleman...

"Can I have your number, please?" – I smiled and she did too as she took my phone from my hand and recorded her number. She gave me my phone back and I opened the car door for her with my right hand and leaned in copying the gestures a chauffeur. I then approached her before she got in and placed my left hand behind her back as we exchanged kisses on the cheek.

I closed the door behind her and looked at my phone. I had a new contact. A "MariaNA".

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"Hello?" I hear a soft female voice on the other end.

"Hi. Is this Mariana?" I ask hesitant.

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