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18. Official.

Caitlyn's POV.

"HE ASKED YOU OUT?!" Eleanor squeal as she jumped onto Niall and I's bed.

"Yeah." I stared at the floor and felt my cheeks turn into red. Thank God there's nobody home except for El, Lou and I or else they'll complain that she's too loud.

Zayn and Liam are still with their girlfriends and I already miss them, seriously. Louis, he was busy cleaning the house. Thanks to Eleanor. Harry, he was at the gym, as usual, same routine. Niall, he told me that he's going to watch a football match with his friends.

"What will you wear?" Eleanor snapped me from my thougths.

"I-I have nothing to wear, I don't know."

"Oh dear, wait. I'll get some of my dress." She stand up and went to their room. Dress? No way. I'll never wear a dress. I glanced at the clock and it's getting late.

Niall, where are you? You're busy watching football or you forgot our dinner date?

The door slightly open and I expected that it was Niall but it's Eleanor, holding too many colorful dress. She entered the room and dropped the dresses into the bed.

"Choose." She looked at me and pointed to the clothes.

"I will never wear a dress." I shook my head.

"You will. This is your first date with Niall and you don't wanna be presentable? You seriously wanna look like a badass?" Her face was serious and I wanna laugh at her. She's acting like a mother. I don't wanna wear a dress but I guess she's right.

She grabbed a towel and threw at me. "Take a shower, we do still have two more hours before it gets seven. Go!" Her face wearing a stupid smirk. I rolled my eyes and obeyed her. Oh man, it's just a simple dinner. What's the big deal?

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"Tada! Look at the mirror. Gosh, you look different." El squeal, she was done curling my hair. I hate wearing heavy make ups and this stupid pink floral dress, thank God, Eleanor allowed me to wear my baby pink cardigan. I slowly opened my eyes and.. She's right. I look amazing. I scan my face and this is not me.

"Make up, check. Hair, check. Dress, absolutely check. Niall.. Where is he? Thirty five more minutes before it gets seven. Where the hell is he?" Eleanor tap her flip flops on the floor as she looked at her watch repeatedly. I sighed. What if he was only joking? What if he forgo-

I stopped from thinking as I heard the doorbell rang. He's there! He's waiting for me.

"Look who's there?" El giggled as she quickly went downstairs. I looked at the mirror for the last time. What if he didn't like the way I dress? Think positive, Caitlyn. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs. I looked at the door, hoping it was Niall but it's Harry. He's wearing a black shirt with a checkered polo, skinny jeans and boots. What the? Did Niall pretend that he's my date and my real date was Harry or what? It confuses me.

Eleanor excuse herself as we smell a burning rice. "Louis!" She quickly ran into the kitchen, I laughed.

"You look amazing, Caity." Harry compliment me as he took his sunglasses off. I felt my cheeks turn into red.

"You ready?" He smiled at me as he stretched his arms. What? I'm confused.

"Bu-but Niall?" I don't know what to say, I can't constract my own sentence and my mind goes round and round.

He chuckled and spoke; "Come on." He dragged me out of the flat and lead me to his black range rover. "Where the hell are we going?"

"You'll see." He smirked at me as he put a blindfold into my eyes. What is this for? He started the engine and drive off.