Love You Through It (One Direction/Hasmine Fanfic)

It's a Date

"Okay, fine, I'll let you have it your way, Styles. But don't you dare think I'll let you slide ever again, if there is an again, anyway." 

"I hope so. I really like you. So, does tomorrow at 6 PM sound good to you?" 

"Sounds great to me. Just one thing...."

"What's that?"

"Should I really expect you at 6 PM?" I said with a small smile.

"You can even expect me earlier. I'm not blowing it this time."

"Okay, then, it's a date."

"Yes!"  I smiled at how excited he sounded. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jas!"

"See you tomorrow, Styles."

I hang up then turned around. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when Deja was standing right behind me to the point it was almost sexual.

"What'd he say?!"

"He said tomorrow at 6 PM."

"Great! You'll be ready by six-thiry, I promise."

"Um...Deja, he said six."

"Guys always say that then come at least thirty minutes later."

"I know, but I made Harry tell me if he was planning on coming later. He said I could expect him earlier."

"Well, then, I guess we'll get to work on you earlier."

"Deja, are you serious? I'm sure we're gonna go on a small date. Maybe some tea or something simple."

"Or something complete opposite to that! What if he takes you to one of them rich restaurant that only rich people can afford? God, what a time to be alive, Jas!" Deja said punching me lightly on the shoulder. I thought for a bit. Although, rich restaurants sound very enticing to an average person, they don't to me. I'm not the kind of girl to go for something big. I simple, simple is me.

"Do you think that's what he's planning?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous.

"I think he might. It's fifty-fifty, I think," Deja said turning to me. She placed both hands on each of my shoulders. "Jas, don't panic. You'll be fine. You look like a million bucks, it's time for you to feel a million bucks."

"That's the thing, Deja. I'm not "a million bucks." I'm more like, "loose change you find in your sweater pockets" bucks. Not even bucks. Cents. I don't think I want to go out anymore." I walked to the kitchen and Deja followed.

"Jas, listen to yourself! You're gonna go on a date with a celebrity worth much more than a million bucks and he's interested in you! Someone who claims to be worth cents. Come on, do it, Jas. You know you want to do it."

"Why don't you go instead? You seem far more interested in dating Styles than I do."

"I would go, but he wasn't interested in me. He was interested in you. And if you don't go, I won't ever forgive you for it. Give a try. Remember what we promised each other during summer last year? We promised each other to take risks. Whether it'd be together or alone. Try new things. If we don't enjoy them, fuck them. If we do enjoy them, love them. And do them more often. It's time for you to put your very own words into play."

I thought for a bit. 

"It'll be fun, I promise. Let's say the date goes horrible, but the food'll be fantastic. Let's say the date went wonderful, but the food tasted like rat shit. There's something good in every bad. Quit focusing on the bad and start thinking about the good. Life will be so much more worthwhile once you realize it's actually not that bad."

I inhaled while shutting my eyes. I opened my eyes at Deja and smiled.

"Okay, I'll do it, and I'll take everything you've said into consideration." I hugged Deja tightly. "Thank you," I said as I pulled away and looked her in the eyes, "I don't know what I'd do without you, Deja."

"Oh, stop it you," she said pretending to blush. I giggled.

"Now, come on, let's go finish watching 'The Ugly Truth.'"

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Hello, beautiful, wonderful people! I'm back to writing my story. I'm sorry I left. I had loads of things going on at the moment that I prefer not to talk about. I hope you guys like this chapter and I'm sorry if my chapter's are quite boring and plain (if you think this, I agree, so don't feel bad). I just need a little inspiration.

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