Pick Myself Up.

"Are you flirting with me, Styles?"

Bonjour! Chapter two, hope you enjoy..

Thank you all so much:)..

Maddie x x x x

After a long Friday, I couldn’t wait for my date with the.. clothing? Or ‘Harry’ as he’s known to most people. I got off work at half past four and, as he was picking me up at five, I decided to get ready in my office. I didn’t know where he was taking me, so I had a five minute shower to shave my legs and armpits and dried my hair with my straightening blow-drier, allowing the purple and blue streaks to hang lower than usual. I don’t usually wear make-up, but as it was a special occasion, I thought I should wear a light amount of mascara and eyeliner, with a subtle amount of concealer and a very small amount of blush. My skin was vaguely tanned from the fake tan I put on a couple of weeks ago, so I decided against tights. I still had ten minutes so I just placed my casual, blue dress and purple converse on my body, I looked reasonable, so I set out.

“Bye, Lil, see you Monday.” I waved.

“You look hawt, girl!” She winked. We spoke like Italian Americans until the chime for five o’clock. Shit, time to go. I made my way out of the office part and down to reception, seeing Delilah and telling her I’d see her at home later. I made my way out and did my daily handshake with the doorman, Oscar and stood with him until a limo made it’s way around the corner. A driver hopped out and opened the door to reveal Harry looking fly as, I don’t know, but he looked really fucking hot. He stepped out of the limo, and walked over to me, fist bumping Oscar and winking. He held his arm out and I linked mine into his, it was almost immediate sparks. There were paparazzi hiding the other side of the road, but we both knew they could see us and we ignored it.

Harry was wearing a white collar shirt with a dark blue jumper over the top, some skinny chinos and his white converse. He looked perfect.

“You look..” Harry stuttered. “Wow.” He managed to slip out.

“You look ‘wow’, too.” I joked, mimicking him. I received a jokingly shocked and upset face that was unbelievably cute.

“I meant you look fucking amazing.” He let out. He certainly was not one to hold in his emotions, he just said what he thought. Luckily for me, it was always good for me.

“Thanks.” I smiled, genuinely, more than I had in a long time. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He smiled in return and we just sat there, in the limo, talking about everything and anything. I had no idea where we were going, but I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned. I quickly took my iPhone, the same one as Harry’s, and opened the Twitter app, seeing that there was 3G in the limo.

@ohmygodaisy; Spending my evening on #fridaydatenight. Only problem is, I don’t know where I’m going. Anyone want to tell me?! #daisysdate .xxx

@NiallOfficial; knowing the person you’re with, probably a bed;) haha!!! .xx

@zaynmalik; @ohmygodaisy @NiallOfficial don’t worry, Niall’s just messing. He’ll take you to Nando’s and Niall’s jealous because he loves his Nando’s. Haha x :)

@Louis_Tomlinson; @ohmygodaisy @NiallOfficial @zaynmalik This is why I love you guys! Can we all trend #wheresdaisygoing?

And, within a few minutes, #fridaydatenight, #daisysdate and #wheresdaisygoing were all trending. I clicked on each link and a few people were saying some horrible stuff, they had all gathered I was with Harry and were telling me to ‘go and die’ and calling me a ‘waste of space’. Ah, Directioners, you either join ‘em or you beat ‘em.