Chapter Six-

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Songs:

One Direction- Happily/ Through The Dark/Better Than Words/Does He Know/Strong

School was painstakingly torturing me, and Harry had a continuous grin plastered on his face the entire time. I was stressing. Finally getting home from school, I ran around my house like a lunatic. Rummaging through my closet, dresser, and even a few clothes from my sister, I finally settled on a pair of leggings, my oversized basketball shirt, and my converse, I redid my bun and fixed the headband that created a line in my hair. To be fair, I played so much basketball, I hardly ever wore my hair down. If I did, it had to be a pretty damn special occasion. Fixing it to look messy enough to be cute-if that's possible- I ended up doing something I hated. Taking a shower, I quickly got out, got dressed and started on curling my hair. No matter how much I didn't want to admit it, I did want to look somewhat presentable. It took for-fucking-ever because my hair is thicker than the amazon rainforest. When I finished, I only had twelve and a half minutes to do my makeup. Christ, it took me thirty-three when I did it everyday. Let alone when I hadn't worn makeup in almost a year. Smushing my foundation over my face, I aimlessly scrolled through my twitter as I let it set before continuing. Eyeliner is hard as fuck to put on. Talk about getting stabbed in the eye multiple times. Finally achieving somewhat of a thin line across my lid, I managed to poke myself once again as I put my mascara on. Hearing a tiny knock on the bathroom door as I swiped on my favorite red lipstick, I jumped, dragging it onto my cheek.

"Yes, dad?" I groaned.

"Just wanted to let you know that Harry's here," he said quietly.

"What?!" I yelled, my eyes widening. "Dad! I said give me a five minute warning before it was eight! Stall him. I'm dealing with a crisis! Which you, by the way created! Get out!" Slamming the door behind him, I fixed the atrocious line of deep red that marked my cheek before reapplying and doing a final once-over to make sure everything was good. It was 8:05. Opening the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and sprinted down the stairs, making my way to the kitchen.

"I need so-" I stopped, seeing Harry sitting on a barstool, chatting with my dad.

"Hey Elle. You look better," Harry teased

"Um, sorry I'm a little behind. I had some technical difficulties," I blushed.

"I heard." He and my dad both began to chuckle and I tried to hide my blush.

"Should we go?"

"Absolutely." Harry's dimpled smile was wide and cheeky as he stood and shook hands with my dad.

"Home by ten?" Harry asked.

"Twelve-forty five, it's Friday night," my dad smiled.

"Bye dad," I sighed and felt like I was going to faint. Making my way through the foyer with Harry following behind, I stepped into the cool Autumn night air and Harry closed the door behind us.

"Ready?" he smiled as we walked toward his car.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I mumbled. Surprisingly, he opened my door for me, sticking his hand out before I got in. Watching as he quickly walked toward the drivers seat, he got in and turned the car on before buckling up. We were both silent during the drive, I had no idea where he was taking me. I wasn't scared, just nervous as shit.

"Where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes, unable to remember if we had talked about it yesterday.

"We," he smiled. "Are going downtown."

"Okay, captain obvious. Where at downtown?"

"A restaurant."

"What kind of restaurant?"

"One that serves food."

"What kind of food?"

"Good food." I huffed in annoyance before slightly chuckling.

"Nowhere fancy, right?" I asked with worry.

"You'll like it, I promise," Harry chuckled and I wanted desperately to kiss his cheek. Let's face it, sooner or later, my teenage girl hormones were going to pick up on his attractiveness. Thank God it was sooner. Plus, guys with British accents were automatically 1000000 times hotter than a regular guy. Finally finding a parking spot, Harry turned off the car with a wide smile. Looking at the restaurant front, my heart stopped.

"W-why are we going here?" I stammered, looking down at my hands.

"It's one of the best restaurants in town, or so I've heard," Harry replied. "Are you okay?"

"Um," I sighed. "Yeah, this is just, this is the place my mom and I used to go before she died."

"Oh."

"It's okay."

"I'm sor-"

"Sorry. Yeah, that's what everybody says. It's fine, Harry. She died a long time ago."

"How?"

"Cancer." There weren't any tears left to cry.

"Ellie," he sighed, his hand meeting mine.

"It's fine," I smiled slightly. "Let's go get some food."

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