Just a Fan. ♥

First Date

You slowly opened the door to find the perfectly tall, curly haired boy with piercing green eyes looking back at you.

Harry: Oh my gosh, you look beautiful.

You could only blush; you felt your face get hot.

You: Thanks, you ready?

Harry: Of course after you.

You friend: You two have fun!

You saw Harry turn towards her and wink. The funny thing about this was that everything felt normal. It didn't feel like you were going out on a date with a member of One Direction. It felt like you were doing a normal thing that teens do, go out on dates. You looked up at him only to find him smiling back at you.

You: What?!

Harry: Nothing, you're way gorgeous than I remember.

You were blushing again; you probably looked like a tomatoe.

You: So where are we going?

Harry: It's a surprise.

You couldn't help but smile, you probably looked ridiculous because you couldn't get that smile off your face. Harry opened the car door for you and motioned you to get in. You got in, it was such a nice car, it must've cost him a fortune. Oh wait, it's Harry. You forgot once again. As he got into the car you saw a bunch of screaming fans heading towards the vehicle. Harry stepped on the gas and they slowly faded.

You guys were driving for at least an hour, and then Harry turned off into this alley, and let you out. He saw the confused look on your face.

He laughed: Haha, don't worry we aren't eating out of the trash cans.

He pulled out the keys to get in the building and you guys walked into an elevator and he pushed the button for the roof. Once the doors open all you saw was twinkling lights and a table set for two. It was probably the most romantic thing a guy has done for you. The sun was setting and it was just perfect. You looked at him and he turned to you and smiled.

Harry: We're having pasta, I hope you like past?

You: Of course!

He took your hand and you guys went inside and he put on an apron and gave you one. You set down your purse.

Harry: I make homemade noodles; I'd thought I'd teach you.

He smiled.

You: Sounds wonderful!

You weren't that great of a cook so he had to talk you through most of the steps, but just being with him made you feel like you belonged. He laughed every time you messed something up but you didn't get embarrassed. It was.... perfect. When you guys were done he set the plates perfectly and you guys went outside on the roof.

You: Harry this is perfect.

Harry: Perfect date for a perfect girl.

You smiled; the evening was perfect you talked about your home life as did he. He told you things that you'd never seen in magazines. It made you feel like he was really opening up to you. As the sun set, Harry got up and turned on some slow music, and held out his hand. Oh no.... he wanted you to dance. You absolutely were rubbish at dancing.

You shook your head: No, I can't dance!

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up: Well, I'll teach you.

His hands went around your waist, as you pulled your arms up around his neck. He swayed you back and forth. You placed your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat in perfect time. You looked up at him only to find him staring at you. He leaned in as did you. It was magical, not some ordinary kiss, it meant everything to you. Sparks flew, his smile broke the kiss.

Harry: I finally found you.