Another day had passed, it's a weekend.
Time flies so fast, and only one more week left before Harry and I well.. end this test drive.
I was awoken by the sound of One Direction's music.
But instead of music, it's the real thing singing.
I know, I know, I'm so lucky to have One Direction living in our flat.
But it's Harry singing, only Harry.
''Baby Gail, you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, the way you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell, you don't knowww.. Baby Gail, you're so beautiful."
Yes, it's 'What Makes You Beautiful' with Harry revising some of the lyrics.
Baby Gail... it's cute. :">
"You woke me up." I said, scratching my head as I saw my favorite head of curls infront of me smiling.
"Gail, it's a Saturday. Let's make the most of our weekend and have a date. You're supposed to be my girlfriend, you know." Harry says.
"Fine, fine. What time is it?" I groaned.
"It's eight in the morning." He grinned.
"So where to?" I asked, sitting up my bed.
"Maybe breakfast at a café, then a bit of shopping, lunch at Nando's, Niall and Victoria are coming because of the Nando's part.. then a movie date at night... Vic and Niall are watching with us too then we go separate ways for dinner..."
"Wow, you have the whole day planned out." I smiled.
I'm so lucky, I thought to myself.
I felt like I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world to have Harry planning out a date with me.
It's Harry Styles we're talking about, people.
"Of course, for my beautiful girlfriend." He said, pecking me on the lips.
I blushed and threw a pillow at him.
"I'm taking a bath first, get out!" I laughed.
"I want to watch you take a bath." Harry said lustfully, licking his lips and his stare and green eyes all sexy and cute.
"Shut up and just get out!" I laughed, my cheeks burning as I pushed him out of the door.
My poor poor heart is overworked so early in the morning.
I showered, then drying myself, curling my hair a bit, then changing into a pink frilly sleeveless dress that falls on my knee, then covering my sleeveless arms with a beige cardigan that flows perfectly, and for accessories: my floral wedges and beige satchel.
I checked myself one more time in the mirror...
Verdict: not bad.
I applied some lipgloss and when I'm already satisfied on how I look, I sprinted downstairs meeting the boys and my parents.
"Going somewhere, hun?" Mom asked.
"Yeah..."
"You dress as if you're going on a date." Dad said, examining me from head to toe.
"Errr... yeah, with Harry.."
"Who's Harry among you?!" Dad shouted.
"Honey...." Mom pouted, calming him down.
"Oh daddy, you know you're always going to be the closest boy to my heart." I winked.
Yeah, dad is like this.
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Fan 4 Life
Teen FictionGail Smith, a normal sixteen year old. Her hometown is what she mostly describes as isolated. No concerts, no malls, no special events, no everything! So meeting the boys, (One Direction) is a challenge. Just the average girl who has friends and of...