One in a Million

Chapter Five

"Alyssa! Please help me!" I whine, throwing myself on my bed. She only laughs and starts shifting through my clothes.

"Did he tell you to dress nicely?" She questions. I sit up and shake my head. She turns back to my closet and continues looking.

After about three minutes of her mumbling things under her breath she turns to me with a devious grin. "I found something." I stand and walk to stand beside her.

She pulls out my jean shorts that are ripped up the small amount of fabric. She throws it at me and commands me to put it on. I do as I'm told as she looks for a shirt.

She pulls out a green tank top and tosses it to me. "Put this on and just braid your hair. He doesn't need to know you're stressing about this, but you need to make it look like you attempted." She informs me.

Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in the living room watching Friends when my doorbell rings. He's here. I practically leap over the couch, but end up crashing to the floor. "Ouch!" I yelp, rubbing my knee.

I shrug it off and stand quickly. I look in the mirror behind the door before swinging it open.

"Well hello there." I smile. He grins and engulfs me in a hug, his scent invading my senses.

"You look great." He grins, his eyes looking over my body. I smile shyly.

"I'll go get my shoes." I begin to walk away but my hand gets caught in his. He pulls me to his chest and connects our lips. I smile and pull away.

"So, where are we going?" I ask, after getting through the three or four paparazzi that seem to always be around Harry.

"Have you ever been bungee jumping?" He asks. I freeze in my seat.

"No.." I gulp down my fear.

"Well, that's about to change." He winks. I force a fake smile.

I've always wanted to go bungee jumping. Although I'm scared of roller coasters, and heights, it still sounds fun.

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"Okay, ready? 3.. 2.. 1." Harry and I jump at the same time. I have to keep my eyes on Harry instead of the ground. I scream the whole way down and Harry laughs at me.

Once I'm finally back at the top and am standing next to Harry I whack his arm.

"Ouch! What the hell?" He groans rubbing his arm.

"You laughed at me." I pout. A dimpled smile breaks the scowl that was settled on his gorgeous face. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry, love." He pecks my cheek and intertwines our fingers.

"Can I buy you lunch to make it up to you?" He grins. A smile spreads across my cheeks and I nod.

As we're walking to the car a girl not much younger than myself walks up to Harry and taps his shoulder. He turns around and smiles at the beautiful girl.

"Hello babe. Anything I can help you with?" He asks. I know he's just being friendly, but it pisses me off that he called her 'babe'.

"Uh, could I g-get a picture, p-please?" The young woman asks timidly. Harry grins and nods.

"Of course! Paisley, be a doll?" He hands me the girls phone and I take a picture as they pose. Harry's arms is around the girl's back and she's obviously containing her excitement.

"Thank you, Harry!" She smiles and practically sprints back to her group of friends and screams.

Harry chuckles and shakes his head. "Must be nice, huh?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow. He frowns.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"Getting loads of attention from girls. Having to ask your date to take a picture of you." The last part tumbles from my lips before I can stop them.

Harry grins widely, "you're jealous, aren't you?" I shake my head quickly. "Don't deny it, you're jealous. Well, you shouldn't be. I'm on the date with you aren't I?"

I shrug. He presses me against the car and puts his hands on either side of my head. He connects our lips. I try to pull away, but his lips follow mine.

"Harry, stop." I mumble, pushing at his chest. His hands catch my wrist and pin them above my head. He continues to kiss me roughly. I decide to play along. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, causing an arousing sound to fill the air around us.

"You say you want me to stop, but is that really what you want?" He asks into my mouth. When Harry kisses me it's like something I've never experienced.

Of course I'd kiss him forever if I could. But, I'm not one to move so quickly. I still want to savor every kiss I get with him though, so as long as that's all that's happening, I don't mind.

"No. Of course not." I breath. He smiles, pulling away.

"Too bad, let's go get something the eat?" He chuckles.

I pout but nod.

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"So I told the manager that I was sick of her shit. I didn't want to fake the relationship anymore. I'm not one to lie either. So, it was extremely hard." Harry spills.

"Hm, so you're a filthy liar, huh?" I joke. He scowls and shakes his head.

"No! I would've lost my job!" He explains. I let out an exasperated laugh.

"Harry, if you think they would've actually fired you, you're insane." He was part of the biggest band in the world. They couldn't just fire him.

He shrugs as the waitress hands him the bill and winks before walking away. Harry gives her an uncanny look and rolls his eyes. "If you're number is on this, you're crazy. I'm literally on a date. Right now. She's right there." He points across the table to me.

She blushes and quickly walks away. That was odd. Harry isn't like that, he's so sweet. But, I don't blame him. He probably gets hit on a lot.

"I'm sorry. I'm normally very polite. But, it's rude. I'm clearly on a date." He rambles, shoving his card back in his wallet.

"I don't blame you." I laugh and shake my head. He winks as he stands up and pushes his chair in.

"Ready?" He asks.

No.

"Yep, ready." I smile. I didn't want our date to end. Spending time with Harry is so much fun. He always makes me smile.

Twenty minutes later we're pulling up to my apartment building. He helps me out of the car. The ride up the elevator is quiet.

"Thank you for today, Harry. It was very fun." I smile. He nods.

"Of course. You're very adoring company." He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Just as quickly as he placed them there, he took them away.

"Goodnight." I wave him off and open the door.

"So?" Is the very first thing I hear as I open the door.

Alyssa is standing beside the door with a smirk on her lips.