Faking It || Harlena

13. Date

S E L E N A

I was walking to my locker to get the books were assigned to work at house. As I was getting it, I can't help but smile at the fact that me and Harry were going on a date. I mean, friendly date.

"Someone's excited. Guess who is it?" He whispered. I know it's Harry. I smiled and turn around to face him still not finish getting my books. He smiled with his dimples poking while he wrapped his arms around my waist and I place my hands in his chest.

"I don't know. Give me a hint." I go along with him. He chuckled and I smiled.

"There's no clues, babe. But I bet that someone is beautiful." He flirted. I giggled.

"Okay, Styles. Stop with the flirting thing. You now prove that you are really good at it." I said and ready to turn around to continue what I'm doing when he pulled me closer. Okay..

"I know, babe." He said still keeping me closer. He leaned and kiss my forehead, then my nose, then my left cheeks, then my right cheeks.

"Impress me later, Gomez." He whispered and kiss me. Butterflies erupted through my stomach as I kiss back. I pulled away slightly.

"Can I just finish getting my books and we can go home?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I immediately pulled away and get my books from my locker. I shut it close as soon as I'm done.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded and we go to the parking lot to his car.

"Is it going to be formal or casual? Don't get me wrong there. I just don't want to be overdress." I said. He chuckled.

"Wear something formal, babe. I promise you, this night you will be so happy." He said. I nodded.

"Whatever you say, Styles." I said as I lean in his car window and wait for him to drop me off my house.

"Here's your stop, milady. I'll pick you up at 8." He said. I smiled and go in. I shut the door close and squeal in excitement.

"Hey, kid. What's the matter?" I shot up from my trance when Dad came. He look at me as if his daughter was being crazy.

"Uhhh.... Hey, dad!" Let's talk about awkward. This is so embarrassing.

"Why are you squealing like you've been killed?" Dad asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing, dad. Don't worry about it. Your kid isn't crazy if that is what you think. How's your job doing?" I changed the subject. He look at me suspiciously and smiled.

"It's good, sweetheart. I'm just waiting for you. Coz our house need someone to secure it. Your mom and Louis will be back at 6 or 7. I'm heading to work. Be good, sweety." He said. I nodded and kissed him goodbye. When I saw him shut the door, I immediately go upstairs to find a dress. That's really an awkward situation. Dad is a guy that when he knows that you're dreaming about guys even he's your boyfriend already. I mean, fake boyfriend. He will detail those nasty thing him and Mom does and warns me about it. Why did I know this? I dream about my celebrity crush once and when Dad heard about it, he makes sexual noises, tell sexual stories. It's yuck!

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I walk out of the shower after some minutes. I used the hair blower Louis gave me last Christmas (this is the first time I'll use it). I know how to use this since Mom always command me to blow dried her hair when I don't have school. I also use the curlers Mom gave me (it's not electrical if you're wondering).

I pick out a white tube dress. It's very flowy. It's like a cocktail dress. It has some swirls in it. I pulled all of the curlers out of my hair and I brush some of it to lessen the curl. I put on my white heels. I just apply a foundation and swipe some red lipstick to my lips.