I hate/love Harry Styles

9. THE date

Nicole's POV

Luckily, Kevin and dad remained silent during the breakfast. However, Kevin were giving me looks, pointing to Harry. After that awkward breakfast, we headed to the arena. Today, they boys have some interview to do, so I have to make their make ups. Finally...

"Morning you two" Liam greeted us, with a confused look. "Care to explain?" He asked chuckeling, but still confused. I blushed, but I quickly tried to hide it. 

"Well...Nicole couldn't resist my charm and.." Harry began. I almost fainted. He's such an idiot. I quickly punched him on his stomach, taking care to feel it this time. He of course protested. Liam just chuckled.

"Well, this idiot came to me in the middle of the storm. He was completely wet, I couldn't let him go outside. I didn't want him to catch a cold before your concert. So he slept in my house. That's all." I explained.

"I see.." Liam nodded.

"Don't listen to her. She just doesn't want to admit that we..." He began again.

"Seriously Harry? We didn't do anything. You better shut your big mouth up" I yelled again, but a bit laughing. He always has to dirve me crazy...

"Anyway, we have an interview in two hour." Liam told us.

"Then, I'd better do your make up right now. Liam, want to be the first?" I asked him smiling.

"Sure, m'am" He said, smiling. I chuckled. Then I looked back at Harry, to smirk at him. He grinned wildely, winking at me. I just rolled my eyes.

"Well, it looks like that you two..." Liam said, smiling wildely. He sat on a chair and I started to add the fondation on his face.

"Harry and me? No, no...He is..is..just getting on my nerves, that's all" I protested weakly.

"Keep telling yourself" He chuckled. I punched him playfully. "Seriously, you're going to go out with him...That means something" He said, looking in my eyes.

"I was forced to. And it's not a date." I reminded him. He raised an eyebrow at me. Why is he so smart?

"Liam, really. It's nothing. He possibly doesn't feel anything about me, and I just don't want to be another girl in his life. We're going out, cause I was forced to say yes. That's all..." I said, looking at the ground. Why is it bothering me? That he doesn't feel anything about me. It's crazy...

"Why are you so sure that he doesn't feel anything about you?" He asked.

"I-I just know. Now close your eyes and let me do my job" I said laughing. He did what I asked him to do. I quickly made his, and everybodies make up. Luckily, Harry was shutting up the whole time.

"So, I'll pick you at seven. Don't forget" He said, after he was ready.

"Okay. But where are we going?" I asked confused.

"It's a surprise" 

"Oh, I thought you would say that" I sighed.

"Then why did you ask?" 

"Because there was still hope.." I sighed again. He just chuckled.

The day quickly ended. The boys gave the interview really fast. They just answered some quiestions about the concert. My dad, let me go home earlier. I told him that I would go out tongiht. I didn't tell him with who. I doesn't want him to imagine unreal things. It was 5 o'clock when I arrived home. I have 2 hours to get ready. I quickly took a shower then I made my hair. I curled it carefully. The natural looking waves fall onto my shoulder. NExt step: the dress. Oh my god, what should I wear? The weather was really warm now, after that horrible storm. I picked a white floral, short dress. It's also fancy, but no too elegant. It's good, wherever we're going. I chose a white heel. I quickly made my make up. I don't know why do I want to look good. It wouldn't mean anything to him. It's just a night... I quickly watched the time. It's almost 7. I was officially ready. I heard the doorbell, and I started to run downstairs. I didn't want my dad to meet Harry today, again. Luckily, he was in his room, so was Kevin. I shouted a quick 'Bye, I won't be too late' and ran towards the door. I opend it. And there he was, Harry Styles. I couldn't help but stare. He was wearing dark jeans, with a light blue shirt. Oh, shit, he was so dashing. Damn it. Seriously, he's doing this to drive me crazy. Then I slowly turned my attention to his eyes. He was waiting for me to look at him. He stared at me.