Our Summer Story (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Our Summer Story

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I stared blankly at my wardrobe.

What do I wear on a ‘date’ with an international superstar telling him that I don’t care too much about it, but at the same time, it would be able to impress him?

I skimmed through all the clothing choice I had. A few cocktail dresses hung on one side, and the remainder being only tank tops and T-shirts. The dresses obviously screamed out try-hard, while the tanks and tees told him I didn’t care enough.

Why did I have to be a girl? Being a guy would be so much easier. Not caring about which earring matched which outfit, what mascara I had to use to look just right and all that annoying stuff.

Why was I even stressing out over this though? I thought I didn’t care about him.

But again, of course I did.

He was... Harry Styles.

I washed the thoughts out of my mind, as I grabbed my favourite tank top and skinny jeans and threw them on, as I was running out of time. I stuffed my phone and wallet into a random purse and made my way down.

The living room was completely empty, except for a figure sitting on the kitchen counter. Sure enough, it was Harry.

He was staring off into the distance, patient expression on his face. Right at that moment, he glanced up and saw me, and once he did, he stood up slowly and made his way towards me.

“You look nice,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Flattery doesn’t do any good to me, Styles,” I roll my eyes. Doesn’t do any good my ass. His words were working like a freaking charm. I felt my heart beat steadily increase as he begins heading to the door. We’re really doing this.

He opens the door for me, and I step out, feeling the cool breeze against my skin. Summer was definitely my favourite season. Harry makes sure no one spots him, as he places his shades on and heads to the car quickly, as I follow him quickly.

As he starts the engine, I ask, “Where are we heading?”

 “To the private theatre.”

“Private?  How private?”

Harry gives out a slight smirk, “Now, don’t get too excited Claire. It’s just like any other theatre, but the management’s rented that place for us and only us.

I gape at him. They have a private theatre? This was beyond unfair.

Harry turns to glance at me for a second and chuckles, “Don’t get any ideas, Claire. I’m not going to do anything just because it’s only the two of us there.”

I immediately turn away to look out the window, faint blush appearing on my cheeks, “Oh shut up.”

Harry laughs, and the rest of the drive was quiet, with some comfortable Adele music blaring through the stereo. When we arrived, I was shocked. This wasn’t just any theatre; this was the grandest theatre I had ever seen in the whole of England. I was imagining some sort of little box room but instead, it was a building.

It must’ve stretched for thirty something levels or more, and when we walked into the building, there was a doorman waiting for us. Not to forget that a valet parked Harry’s car. A freaking valet.

“So... this building, all yours?”

“Not mine,” Harry says, “Management’s. And no, we’re not stuck-up or overly rich, alright? People work in this building. It might be used for our entertainment purposes but people also make a living at this place so it wasn’t built specifically for us.”