Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

Twenty two.

I fiddled with the hem of my dress as I idly tried to fix my hair. Cleo had spent hours on my hair and make up, even though we kept the look quite natural, and I had desperately tried each dress Cleo and I owned, still not finding the perfect one. They either showed to much clevage, were too classy or too casual for a first date.

After a ten minutes peptalk Cleo convinced me to wear a simple dress that consisted a blank sleeveless top and a baby doll pink skirt attachted to it. The hem was quite short and bordered by black lace. It was the length that made me doubt the dress, otherwise it was perfectly made for this date.

As much as Cleo tried to, she couldn't understand why I was so nervous about going on a public date with Harry. Harry had reserved a place just out of London, something I had honestly never heard of so it was safe. It was the fact that I hadn't been on a date for years. I hadn't made any step towards boys for years, only taken back a few. It wasn't new for me to be around Harry, but now we were actually stepping out of my comfortzone, which people call the friendzone, and stepping into a dating programm.

That was was frightened me.

Just as I slid my slender heels on a knock sounded from the living room. My eyes widened at Cleo, who casually walked towards the door, opening it. I slammed the door that seperated the living room from the bedroom shut as I checked myself out for the last time.

My stomach turned at the sound of his raspy voice, calling my name, wondering out loud if I was ready. I was left to overthink if the weird feeling spreading across my lower body was because of the nerves to go on a date, or because I was going on a date with him.

With a last deep breathe I grabbed my purse and turned the doorknob. My feet took me across the room with my eyes fixed on the floor until they met a pair of feet, cladded with white converses. I shyly lifted my gaze, going over his jeans and a plain grey shirt. His hair was pushed back as the usual and there was something in his eyes I hadn't seen before, excited to discover what it was.

He reached for my hand and hold it in his as he hold my gaze. “You're beautiful.”

My eyes met the floor again, my surface turning in a soft shade of red with a sloppy shy smile splitting my face. That was until I heard huff Cleo in the back and when I looked up she just finished her eyeroll.

“That's her name dumbass, not very original here.” I shot my best friend the deathliest glare as I could before she pushed us out the door. She closed it harshly, but not before she checked on me if I had my money (which Harry claimed I didn't need but I still insisted to bring it along), my phone and the keys to either my car, her flat and my house.

With my hand still firmly in his, he led me to the car. The silence surrounding us gave my time to let this moment sink in. After two years, I finally gained the courage to date someone again. The guy that was careful with holding my hands, because his was nearly the double size of mine, ingulfing it completely. I was about to go on a proper date: eating dinner, something I had never done before with the guy everyone had warned me to stay away from.

He opened the door of his range rover for me in the true gente manner and helped me get into his, what looked like a monstertruck to me, car.

Our silence was disturbed by the soft music blasting from the radio. I smiled as I recognized the song and turned the volume higher and mouthed the lyrics.

A small smile grew upon Harry's lips as he whispered along. “You like them?”

His eyes were fixed on the road, but I could feel them often drift off to watch me. I had my eyes on the passing trees instead, feeling each nerve stick to them as I left them behind with the miles we drove.