Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head into the puffy white pillow. I’d always had the habit of waking up far too early. Usually, I’d get up, eat something, then hop back into bed and sleep until noon. Usually, I didn’t hear a pretty girl singing one of my songs in the shower. Rolling onto my back, I slipped my hands under my head and listened with a smile on my face. Adelaide was singing like she was performing and all though her pitch was slightly off, she didn’t sound bad. I thought maybe I was biased based off my feelings toward her, but maybe she actually was good.
My thoughts suddenly did a U-turn and were back onto the thoughts I had before dinner last night. I didn’t want to go back to how we were. Getting to know her and kiss her and talk to her over the past couple of weeks had been everything I wanted and more. Adelaide was this amazing girl who had so much potential. Maybe it was me who wasn’t enough for her. I was only good at what I was already doing. I didn’t know what I was going to do after One Direction. I didn’t know who I was going to be after One Direction. But Adelaide would still be Adelaide. She’d still being doing what she loved. The difference between my career and hers was that hers didn’t have an end date.
“What’re you looking at?” I turned my head and wondered how I didn’t see or feel Adelaide climb into the bed beside me. She was searching the ceiling with her eyes trying to see what I was so focused on.
“Nothing,” I said, still looking at her. She had a towel on her head and was wearing boyfriend jeans and a plain white v-neck.
“Well then you were thinking about something awfully hard,” she said. I smiled and shrugged, scooting to sit against the headboard.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked. I’d been wanting to ask her on a date. With tomorrow being my birthday, I’d hoped to do it before then. In plain, I was left to do it today. Adelaide shrugged and stood off the bed. She pulled the towel off her head and shook her hair out.
“I don’t mind,” she said. I watched her walk into the bathroom and seconds later she returned with a hairbrush. She began to brush her hair and I sat up a little straighter.
“What if,” I started, feeling the nerves kick in. It was now or never in my mind. “We went on, like, a date.” I glanced up and Adelaide stopped brushing her hair. She seemed frozen. “We don’t have to!” I said quickly. Adelaide moved finally, looking down to her feet. Slowly, she brought her gaze back to me.
“Do I have to change?” Laughing, I let out the breath I’d been holding. I shook my head and climbed off the bed. I walked over to her and tilted her face up by her chin.
“No,” I said. “You look perfect.” Adelaide’s cheek turned slightly pink and she smiled. Leaning down, I kissed her softly with her chin still in my hand.
After I got ready and Adelaide finished getting ready, we embarked on our date. We definitely wanted to eat seeing as it was already midafternoon. Deciding against making reservations for anywhere, we winged it. We walked together through the city hand in hand and looked at the world around us. It was insanely beautiful on that particular day. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was finally on a date with a girl I’d been secretly pining over for months or what, but today was gorgeous. We must have passed at least six different restaurants, all of which Adelaide turned down. That one was too public, this one was too expensive.
