Harry: “Hey… I’m not ready yet” you rush, opening the door to find Harry in the hallway of your apartment building. He’s early for your date and that, you were not expecting. “That’s alright, I can wait” he tells you with a genuine smile and you let him inside your precious apartment. “Just, take a seat” you tell him, hurrying back down the hall towards your bedroom as he takes a seat on the plum covered couch in your living room. Peering around the doorframe, you take a glance at Harry’s attire to try and figure out what would be appropriate to wear for your date. He’s in all black, which isn’t surprising; black straight legged jeans, a black v-neck, black coat, and black boots. His curls are carelessly flicked over his forehead with his chest plate on display. He had taken his snakebites out, you notice with a smile. You dress in a simple pair of dark washed skinny jeans tucked inside a pair of caramel colored leather boots and a white button down. You pull your loose curls back with a narrow black headband and spritz your Chanel perfume on your neck before grabbing your purse. “Ready?” Harry asks, standing when you appear from your bedroom and you give him a nervous smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything crazy” Harry assures you with a chuckle, leading you from the apartment towards your destination. “A museum?” you question, looking up at Harry once you’re standing outside the building and he shrugs. “I figured you’d be a museum kind of a girl” he smiles, leading you into the building and you find you can’t stop smiling. You are a museum kind of girl and he’d noticed. “Come look at this” you gesture, pointing to the exhibit in front of you and Harry wonders over. “And just what am I looking at?” Harry questions, hands in his pockets as you look up at him in shock. “The crown jewels” you tell him before proceeding to explain the significance of each piece of jewelry and Harry’s shocked that you know so much. “How do you know all this?” Harry questioned, gesturing around him with one hand while taking the piece of bread you offer him with the other and you shrug. “I don’t know, I like this stuff. When I was growing up, it was all about appearance and rules and history, was a way I could pretend I was important” you explain, avoiding his questioning gaze as you take a seat on a bench and Harry follows suit. “You are important” he tells you, nudging your shoulder with his before tipping your face towards his with a finger to your chin. “I guess, my mother never made me feel important. My father, he did whatever my mother wanted, so he was of no use. She’s very… controlling,” you explain and Harry gives you a small smile. “My mother, is not controlling… obviously” Harry jokes, gesturing to his tattoos and piercings and you give him a soft smile. “If I even had one tattoo, my mother would disown me… I’ve considered it before, just because of that” you offer as Harry leads you back to your apartment. “Thank you, for this. This was not what I was expecting but it was a pleasant surprise” you grin, turning at the door to your apartment building to find him on the steps in front of you. “You’re welcome… hopefully, maybe you’ll agree to another date?” Harry questions, hands in his pockets and he looks nervous. “I think, I’d be ok with that” you assure him, reaching out with perfectly manicured nails to touch his shoulder. “Good” Harry grins, holding his breath as your fingertips glide across his shoulders to touch the ink of his chest while you step forward. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask, hoping he’ll show up at the boutique. “I’ll be there” he assures you, letting out a puff of cool air when your fingertips trail up to the ink on his neck. “Tomorrow then” you remind him, stepping away to open your door and he nods. “Tomorrow” he promises, waiting for you to enter the building before he steps away.
Liam: The doorbell rings and you hit the info button on your TV to look at the time. It’s 10:00am on a Saturday and you weren’t expecting anyone, especially at this hour. You’re in your pajamas, a pair of cheetah print bottoms and a t-shirt you’ve had since high school. Your hair is pulled into a messy braid with a pair of black rimmed glasses pushed up on your nose. “What are you doing here?” you question, eyes wide in shock at seeing Liam on the other side of your door and he grins. “Here for our date” he tells you and you try to shut the door on his face because this is not how you want him to see you. This is not how you want anyone to see you, not at your best. “You can’t see me like this” you tell him, trying to hide your makeup free face as he pushes past you into the cozy apartment. “Why, you look gorgeous” he tells you, setting the bag of food on the kitchen counter and you groan. You try to run for your bedroom but he catches you around the waist with a chuckle before carrying you to the black couch in your living room. “I came here at this time for a reason” he tells you, sitting you down before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you. “This isn’t how I expected our first date to go” you tell him, pulling your knees up to hide your face and he laughs. “I wanted to see what you really look like, without the makeup and jewelry and expensive clothes and bags… and you’re still just as beautiful as I think you are with all that stuff” he assures you, tapping your knee before you peek over your knee at him. “What’d you bring?” you question, nodding to the bag and he grins. “Chinese and movies” he tells you, getting up to fix you both a plate. “The counter over the sink” you tell him once the sound of shutting cabinets and drawers can be heard from the kitchen. “Thanks” he calls back, walking back into the living room with two plates. You spend the day on your couch, you in your pajamas and him looking effortless in black sweats and a white t-shirt and you realize; it’s almost the best first date you’ve ever had. “How’d I do?” he questions later that night, helping you clean up the mess you’d both made and you give him a grin and shrug. “It was alright” you tease and Liam rolls his eyes. “Maybe the next date will be more to your standards?” he questions, scratching at the inked skin of his forearm and you find yourself staring. “Did these hurt?” you ask, running a French tip across the black swirling ink and Liam shrugs. “Some hurt worse than others, yes” he answers, watching as you look up at him and nod. “I’ll see you later” Liam tells you, opting not to try to press a kiss to your lips as he leaves the apartment. “Bye” you call, leaning against the doorframe as you watch him wait for the elevator in your building. “See ya later gorgeous” he calls with a grin and a wave before disappearing into the elevator.
