Love and Fame (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

For the occasion I chose a black lace dress with an open back, and matching black pumps.

I wanted to look perfect, so I called Lou over to the hotel room I still shared with Niall to fix me up. She was happy to help and came over with tons of beauty products to make me pretty.

She decided to put my hair up to emphasize the open back thing, and then she made my face flawless with just the perfect amount of subtle makeup. She also made my eyes pop a tiny bit with a soft application of mascara and eyeliner.

"Thank you so much," I sighed as I twirled myself in front of the mirror, observing the result. I looked fairly good if I had to say so myself. "I owe you one."

"I was happy to do it," Lou said with a big smile, but then she turned serious. "I'm glad things seems to work out between you and Harry. He was so heartbroken when you turned him down and... well, he's a good guy. He deserves a chance."

"I know he is," I said with a warm smile. "He's the best guy there is."

"You're lucky to have him," Lou stated and I nodded as her face turned into a playful smile. "And I give you my blessing, by the way."

It made me giggle. It was no secret that Harry and Lou were like family, and it was a sweet gesture for her to give me her blessing. And it actually meant a lot to me that she did, because her approval of our relationship was important to me.

After talking a little bit more about what a good guy Harry was, and after sidetracking and talking about Tom as well, Lou made the final touch of my makeover with a last spritz of hairspray and my regular Dior perfume.

Just as she finished up, there was a tap on the door and I froze.

Harry had arrived.

Suddenly I was nervous. Which was ridiculous because I knew Harry and I knew how he felt about me, but a first date was still a pretty big deal.

Lou gave me a nudge and a reassuring smile as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

And... wow. Just wow.

The boy standing on the other side of the door was so blindingly stunning that I had no words. I was utterly aware that my jaw dropped and that I was staring like an idiot.

Harry wore a black suit and a white shirt that was casually unbuttoned in the neck. His hair was pulled back from his face and his green eyes were sparkling on another level than usual.

"Hey, love," he said and I blushed and lost my ability to speak. "Wow, you look beautiful."

"You too, babe," I said almost shyly as Harry took my hand in his. His touch sent small shocks of joy through my body.

He gestured goodbye to Lou and pulled me out of the room. I turned at the last minute to give her a wave and a smile before the door locked behind us.

Lou looked like a proud mom as we left her behind to start our date.

Harry had planned our date alone and I didn't have a clue as to where we were going or what we were doing. He had just told me to dress up and to be ready at eight.

He had rented a car for the night, but not just any car. If I had been on a date with Luke and he were to rent a car, it would probably have been the cheapest off-brand car in the shop, but Harry had rented a shiny and black Mercedes-Benz.

I wasn't a car fanatic so I didn't know the exact model, but the car was pure luxury with leather seats and an actually functioning GPS that didn't command us to take a U-turn every five minutes.

I'm not saying that the cheapest car in the shop would have been a bad thing. I didn't need the most luxurious car to take me to a date, all I needed was Harry. But it was a nice touch to what was going to be the best day ever.

I had never seen Harry drive before. He always had someone to take him somewhere, so it surprised me a little that he was such a good driver. It wasn't like he got a lot of time or practice to maintain his driver skills.

We were in Vancouver, Canada, at the moment. I had never been to Canada before, so it was quite exciting.

Harry had been recommended an Italian restaurant that was fancy and upscale. He had particularly decided upon Italian food because he knew it to be my favorite. I had only mentioned that in some sub-sentence sometime in the past, and yet again I was amazed by his good memory.

He parked the rented car in front of the kind of restaurant I never usually went to, with white linen and silverware. I was grateful that he had told me to dress up so that I hadn't come unprepared and underdressed.

Harry put his hand on the small of my back as we entered the restaurant, and butterflies erupted in my stomach when his fingers touched my skin. When he became aware that our skin was touching, his dimpled smile spread across his beautiful face and he traced his fingers along the bottom of my spine.

Thank God for the open backed dress... It definitely seemed to come in handy that my skin was easily exposed for Harry's hands to touch.

Harry and I were brought to a table for two in the back of the restaurant where we could have some privacy. Our waiter was a well-dressed and professional male who paid no attention to the fact that Harry was a celebrity. I was grateful.

Harry's hand played with mine as we read through the fancy menus and decided upon what to eat and drink.

We ordered Peroni's and almost felt guilty for drinking alcohol. If we had been in America we wouldn't have been old enough.

As the waiter came back with our beers and a big bottle of S. Pellegrino, Harry and I had decided upon what to eat.

Harry wanted something meaty that I would never have enjoyed. My brothers were the same way, eating seemingly undercooked meat like simple cavemen.

I ordered the homemade ravioli stuffed with cheese and flavored with Truffle oil.

"I want the chocolate fondant for dessert," I announced before we were even served our dinner and Harry chuckled.

"You can have whatever you want, love."

Our date wasn't like other dates, because Harry and I had already kissed and had sex, but it was still nice to have an official date.

And it was the best date I had ever had. We had so much fun and when the night ended there was no doubt in my mind that Harry was the one.