Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

chapter 4- Invitations

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Dilara POV

     Yesterday was incredible, I made small talk with harry, and it’s such an awesome feeling to know that he acknowledges my existence in this world. He actually seemed interested in what I was saying, which was so sweet. When we had left the restaurant, I noticed no one except Justin had saw me and harry chatting. He kept giving me weird stares maybe as to why I was talking to him, but I didn’t care, but was he going to tell my dad? No, I’m sure he wouldn’t, Justin wasn’t like that. When we got home last night I didn’t bother telling my parents about it either, I thought of telling my mom, but my dad seemed to always be around so I never brought it up. I did, however tell, Sandra, my best friend. She was screaming on the phone when I told her, but I made her promise not to tell anyone. Sandra and Camille, our chef, were the only ones that knew about harry coming a second time and having a conversation with me, and I trusted them with that.

     I woke up in the morning and it was a Thursday and got ready for school. I checked the weather on my phone and it read 70* but you could never trust them, it was useless. Even though it was November, here in Southern California, it could feel like summer. A thin sweater, some light blue jeans, and a white scarf is what I finally decided to wear.

     My mom was downstairs, about to head out of the kitchen when she saw me. “Have a good day and your lunch is on the counter by the microwave.” I thanked her and she was off to another day at the Kabob Kafe. I grabbed my lunch, locked the house door, and drove to school.

     Each class went by, boring me to almost death. The only thoughts that made me happy were bringing up my conversation with Harry. His glistening, green irises were so focused on each question that I answered for him; he was so gentle, such a gentleman.

     I got to my third class and saw Jasmine come in as well. She had her hair up and one of those crop tops with shorts on. Jasmine was also Muslim too, but she never seemed to exactly do what was expected of our religion. I never wanted to ask her either, it was her choice not to follow some rules, not mine. I was envious of her charm and beauty, but I hated the thought of comparing myself to others so I just got my notes for chem instead.

     “Hey, Dilara! I wanted to ask you something.” She said quickly before the professors would come. I said “Hi” and nodded for her to continue.

     “So my cousin is having a birthday party and she doesn’t have enough people to invite for the huge place that’s reserved at a hotel… I know were just college buddies, but if you would like to come that’d be awesome.”

     “Oh, well you see…” I paused for a moment. A party? I wonder how old this cousin of hers was.

     “Is it just a girl party?” I asked, my father never allowed me to attend parties with guys, he just despised the thought of it, and so I never questioned him. Yes I was 18, but I had respect for what he asked of me, and I was living under his roof, so it was his rules.

     “I believe so,” She answered in confusion, but then knew why I asked; she knew I was more religious then her so she gave me a smile and confirmed her answer. She was sort of Muslim so I’m guessing her cousin was somewhat religious too and that way my dad may be able to let me attend the party.

     “Well if there isn’t guys, I’m sure I could make it. I said to her with a smile.      “And how old is this cousin?”

     “She’s turning 21 and the party is from 7:30pm to 12am.” Jasmine told me, her deep blue eyes on mine.