Riley's POV:
I sat on the floor of the stage, legs hanging off.
"20 minutes until taping!" The crew manager yelled, running around the X Factor building.
I strummed my B string on my guitar, and twisted the knobs, getting them in tune.
Big hands covered my blue eyes. I chuckled.
"Hi, Harry," I said, my eyes still covered. The hands came of my face as the adorable Brit sat next to me on the stage. I leaned forward and gave him a peck on his lips.
"So," he said, fiddling with my fingers. "Would you... wanna- you want,"
"Spit it out Harry!" I said and laughed, twirling my finger in his dimple.
"Would you want to go on a date with me?" He whispered.
"What?" I teased.
"Would you want to go on a date with me?" He mumbled.
"Hmmm?'
"RILEY WYNTER, WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?" He stood up, yelling these words into the busy room, green eyes twinkling.
I stood up next to him, tall in my blue combat boots. "YES, HARRY STYLES, I WILL GO ON A DATE WITH YOU." I yelled into the room also, before hugging Harry's warm torso. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I giggled.
Everyone in the room turned to look at us, some of them had the nerve to glare.
"Harry?" Louis bellowed.
"See you later, babe." Harry kissed me before trotting off to see his friend.
I touched my lips with my hand, his warmth, still lingering on my lips.
"See you later hot stuff," I called to him, winking. He turned around, grinned, and blew me a kiss.
And that's just the beginning of the story of Harry and I.
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Lovin' Styles
FanfictionRiley Wynter is a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a curious nature (plus some sassy remarks across the way). Her family encourages her to try out for X Factor - and surprisingly, she makes it. While she is in this competition...
