What is love?

The Date

As I walk down the path I am actually really nervous, but soooo excited at the same time. This is Harry Styles from One Direction we are talking about here!

What if he doesn't turn up?, I think to myself. He could have his pick of pretty much any girl in the world, yet he has chosen to meet me. Why? I frown a little as I walk along but then stop sharp in my tracks.

There he is. Gorgeous as ever, sitting on a bench with his hands in his pockets looking around. The light is hitting him just perfectly. He suddenly sees me and smiles. He slowly stands up and starts to make his way over to me. I smile back and wave maybe a little too frantically. He reaches me and gives me a big hug. I breath in his fresh scent and smile with pleasure. I would stay right there, wrapped in his arms for ever and ever if I could. He pulls away and looks into my eyes, I look back into his.

"Hey beautiful" he says to me. I smile an even bigger smile and he suddenly kisses me. Only a short, gentle kiss, not much more than a peck, but still, amazing. He pulls away from me once more and looks at my dazed face.

"Sorry!" he says guiltily, "I just couldn't help myself", he lets go of me and bites his lip.

"No, No! It's fine honest!, I don't mind. I kinda, liked it a little" blushing, I stare at the ground.

"C'mon, lets walk" he says to me, taking my hand and we start walking towards the woods.

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As we walk in silence through the woods, Harry's hands in his pockets, staring at the ground, I walking along just taking in the scenery.

"So, tell me about yourself." Harry says finally, breaking the silence.

"Erm, Like what?" I ask looking him in the eyes.

"I don't know!" he smiles, shrugging his shoulders, "anything, your favourite colour, fears, your, favourite pass times!" he cheekily grins and winks at me as he says the last part.

"Uh! Harry! I don't even want to know what you like to think I get up to in my spare time!" and we both laugh.

"So, c'mon, talk to me".

"Okay, so, don't laugh, but I have a weird phobia of the Monster Mash". He looks up,

"What, that Halloween song?", he looks surprised when I nod. He starts to laugh, "Seriously?! Why? That song is sick!",

"Oh I told you not to laugh!", I blush.

"Sorry, but . . . THE MONSTER MASH!" he starts to sing at the top of his lungs.

"NO!, No stop it please! I'm not joking, it terrifies me!", I put my hands over my ears. "LALALALALALALA!" I scream even louder than Harry. He laughs and pushes me gently, in a jokey way,

"Don't worry I'm only teasing!", we carry on walking together when Harry starts humming a tune under his breath. It's the Monster Mash.

"Harry! Stop! Please!" I give him my best puppy dog eyes. We both giggle.

"Don't worry babe, no monster can get you now, I wont let them" he whispers in my ear and he hugs me tight, wrapping his arms right round me. He pulls away, and grabs my hand, "Lets go", he starts skipping along, going "La de da, la de da". I burst out laughing.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I manage to say, running next him. He stops, turns around sharp, to face me, a false look of confused creeps across his face.

"Well, this is what you girls do isn't it?".

"Er, no!" I say trying not to smile. He chuckles and grabs my hand again,