Undiscovered

2.

It's 6:45pm, I have 15 minutes to myself until Harry is supposed to come and pick me up, before even giving that thought a second, I remember he doesn't have my address so I walk into the living room to pick up my phone.

Luckily, he has text me asking my address. I reply telling him where my apartment is and he says he will be here in ten minutes. Okay, so I now have ten minutes to myself. I go back to the bathroom to check my hair and makeup, making sure I'm not too over done and I have no smudges. I'm hoping I look okay, I get so worked up and insecure about my looks when it comes to boys.

My makeup isn't too heavy. Considering my skin is naturally tanned I don't really have to put on a heap of makeup, some eyeliner to go with my outfit, a bit of mascara and rep lipstick, my favourite. It goes for any occasion, so plain and simple, even for me.

I don't feel too over dressed either. I didn't go with the dress as the weather wasn't looking to pleasant outside so I decided to go with navy skinny jeans, a crisp white blouse with a black and white skull scarf, and a chunky gold dog tooth necklace so my outfit doesn't look too dressy or too casual. Also, as my hair is straight, I go with gold hoops and a few rings on my hands, just to complete the look with heeled boots.

I'm looking a little pale, but I manage to convince myself that it's my nerves so I'm not too worried about myself, I should be fine. I just quickly remind myself to have fun and enjoy the evening that Harry has planned ahead, I can deal with any of the problems that will await me when I get home later. They're not leaving any time soon, that's for sure.

And while I think about that, there is a knock at the door. Hell, I like this boy already, interrupting my deep thoughts which would just put me in a bad mood anyway. He seems to be a good distraction.

Before even going back into deep thought, I rush to the door and open it, only to be amazed to what I see in front of me.

He is quite tall and muscular, and he is very good looking with piercing green eyes and the cutest curly locks on top of his head, brown, which shines in the light of my apartment. He stares back at me and smiles, he has the pearliest white teeth, all perfectly in line and the cutest dimples which dent the side of his face. He is as cute as I remember.

I realise I'm staring so I stop and invite him in while I grab my coat.

He really is dressed up, but I love it. He is wearing brown suede Chelsea boots, which are faded a bit, black skinny jeans, which look amazing on him, and a navy long sleeve shirt with tiny white birds, swallows I think, scattered across the shirt. He really does look amazing. He is even more handsome than what I remember which makes me panic a bit, but I try to keep my cool.

As quickly as I can, I grab my purse, phone and coat and walk back into the living room, then I realise I haven't spoken to Harry since he got here.

"Hi, Harry." I say, trying not to sound too awkward with a small smile.

He looks at me, trying not to smirk, but fails miserably.

"Hello, Emilee. You look amazing."

"Thank you, you don't look half bad yourself." I say, letting out a little giggle, so does Harry.

He then asks if we should get a move on as he has made a reservation, he still wont tell me where he is taking me, even though he said it is a surprise, I really want to know. Excitement is slowly taking over me.

During the drive to the restaurant, Harry tells me a little about himself and how we met, the more he speaks about the night of my 18th, the more all of it comes back to me, he just seemed to piece my memory together, which seemed good. At least, from what I can remember, I didn't make a dick out of myself in-front of Harry, if I did, I highly doubt I would be sitting in his car with him right now.