"Can I have the chicken parm?" I asked the waiter.
"Um no sorry." he replied. What the hell is he talking about. It was on the menu.
" Only kidding!" he laughed in a girlie voice. Omg. He was almost as gay as Louis Tomlinson. He skipped off into the kitchen. This was going to be a long meal. I looked about and saw Harry smiling at me with that crooked smile.I raised an eyebrow.
" What are you all cheery about Curly?" I asked.
"Oh nothing."
"Come on tell me!" I begged
"I'd rather not." he admitted. I put on my best puppy dog face.
"Pleeeeaaaaseee tell me?" I asked. Batting my eyes.
"That's not fair! You know I can't resist your puppy dog face!" Good, it was working. Now for the finale. I started to fake cry. He kicked me from under the table.
" Cut it out. People are staring!" he stated.
" Not until you tell me."
"Ugh fine. I was just happy that we were sitting here, just like old times." he confessed. I suddenly stopped my fake cry. Was he being serious? I shook it off.
" AWWWWWW HAZZA!" I spoke loudly. I pinched his cheeks, just like a grandma would do to her grandchildren.
" You're weird." He said. I smiled.
" I know, i know."I said still smiling.
One hour later we pulled into my driveway. I was glad that Harry and I were on talking terms again. It wasn't the best date I've been on., but it was still amazing. I seriously need to stop calling this a date. He didn't even see it as a date, so I shouldn't either. Suddenly my door flew opened. Harry was standing there, smiling, and offering me his hand. His hand was so soft. I was about to ask him what moisturizer he used. He followed me to the front door. I turned to face him.
" Thanks for today." I said. He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me close.
" My pleasure." he said with that smile of his. I couldn't help but smile back. If this was going to end up like the movies he was going to kiss me next. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that, of course we kissed before. But we were young back then, we have a lot of more experience now. Our lips touched for a second, but then I heard a familiar voice.
" Madeline Rose Rancic!" I heard my mom yell. Harry and I quickly pulled away from each other. I could already tell that my cheeks were red.
" Do you not know what I mean when I say ' you're grounded'? And sneaking out with a boy -" she stopped and her eyes got wide.
"Harry!" she said cheerfully and gave him a big bear hug. Funny how she could go from a rachet bitch to a sweetheart in two seconds.
"Hello Mrs.Rancic." he said, obviously with charm.
" Come in. Come in. I'll make us some tea." she said gesturing to our living room. oh God, please save me from this nightmare.
" I would love to, but unfortunately I have some business to do." he said. Thank you God. My mom frowned.
" Well if you have too, nice seeing you again Harry." she said
" You too Mrs.Rancic." Harry got back into his car and drove off. Meanwhile I was running up the stairs.
"Madeline!" my mom yelled. Shit.
"Yes mother?" I called down with the sweetest voice I could utter.
" Your grounded for another week." she replied.
" Shit" i said under my breath and walked back into my jail cell. I plopped onto my bed, got out my laptop and signed into twitter. I clicked on my mentions. People were still asking how I knew Harry. These chicks never gave up. One mention caught my eye.
' Had fun catching up with @Madeline_Rancic today!(:'
' @Harry_Styles Thanks! I'm going to be having even more fans asking me how I know you now!' two minutes later i got a reply.
' @Madeline_Rancic Don't worry about it babe.;)x' Babe? What does this mean? Does he call everyone babe or just me? I am thinking way too much, he probably says that to everyone. I went back to my mentions. Here comes the nastiness.
' @Madeline_Rancic I have loved @Harry_Styles longer than you have! So I deserve him! Not you, skank! ' I find it hilarious how inaccurate she is.
' @Mrs.Styles Bitch Please ' I hope Harry wouldn't get mad at me for saying that to a fan.But it's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything...

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FanfictionMadeline always had a thing for Harry, well of course until he became famous and completely forgot about her. Now she hates him. How many " I Hate Harry Styles" pages had she liked on Facebook? Too many for her to count. It may seem dumb, to hate so...