A Summer's Job (1D)

9:"Why Are They Here?"

Christina's POV

After my mini nap, which lasted about 45 minutes, I stood up and walked over to my closet. Hmm. Something casual, eh? I grabbed some clothes and went to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and entered, yes I'm taking another shower, don't judge me.

I made it quick, and within ten minutes I was out. I dried off, and grabbed my outfit for the date. I put on my dark blue skinny jeans, a purple t-shirt that says, "Love Life" in pink italic lettering. I also put on my pink converse and combed my hair, letting in fall gently against my waist.

I hesitated before deciding to put a little makeup on. I don't want to look effortless. I was him to know that I really am looking forward to the date. I put on mascara, a little blush, and some pink lipgloss.

I left the bathroom, grabbed my clutch, and right on time, someone knocked on my bedroom door. I opened it and there stood Harry, well obviously, and he looked cute. He had jeans, a white t-shirt, black vans, and a green beanie. He smiled at me.

"Hello," he greeted, "you ready?"

I nodded and smiled back. "Yup."

He looked me up and down my body, making me uncomfortable a little. "You look very pretty."

I blushed. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

He held out his hand, and I took it. We walked out, and there was a limo waiting for us. I cringed in my head. I'm not a big fan of fancy things on the first date. I want to be comfortable, not impressed. I would feel that he would be showing off, and it seems posh.

The driver opened the door, and Harry let me in first, muttering, "Ladies first."

I nod at him in appreciation. At least he now has respect, as he had very little of it before for women. He entered at well, and the limo drove off.

"So where are we going?" I asked him.

"That's a surprise." he winked.

"Aw c'mon," I pouted, "I'm not very fond of surprises. So where are we going?"

"I'll tell you.."he smirked, "when we get there."

I rolled my eyes, but chuckled a bit. "Fine."

A few minutes later, the limo stopped. Thank goodness. Most of the car ride was quite awkward, including the song that was on, "Blurred Lines." Damn, that song is kind of annoying. It made Harry keep smirking at me.

I looked outside and saw that we were in a campsite. I thought in my head, what makes him think I like camping? I'm not very fond of it. I had a bad experience when I was young. Let's just say, grizzly bears like tuna fish sandwiches. A lot.

I faked a smile, and sucked it up. "Oh my God, it's beautiful. How did you know I like camping?"

He held my hand tighter. "Well, I saw you once frolicking around in the forest in your backyard, so I kind of figured.."

Doesn't mean I like camping.

I pretended to be happy, again. "Thank you Harry."

He looked pleased with himself, and I hate it when boys do that. "You're welcome. C'mon. Let's go to the bonfire."

He took my hand and led the way. I gulped, but not loud so he couldn't hear me. I don't like fires very much, or anything burning. It's another bad experience, but I don't like to talk about it.

We joined in a random group of people, and joined their circle. I noticed that there was a few teenage girls around, and I silently groaned. Oh please Lord, tell me they're not Directioners-