"I can't believe you are so famous though Harry." Tilda sighed, twiddling her straw around her lemonade.
They were sat in this beautiful Italian restaurant in London on their 'date' and they had been talking about their lives for only god knows how long.
"Well. I'm not that famous yet." Harry grimaced.
"But still. I voted for you every week, by the way." Tilda giggled.
"I know. I watched all your videos, telling your subscribers to vote for us. It was really sweet." He chuckled, causing Tilda to blush.
"If you watched all my videos why didn't you try and contact me then?" Tilda raised her eyebrows at Harry.
"I was nervous I guess. Why didn't you try and contact me Tilda."
"Because.. you are Harry fucking Styles. I didn't even think you'd remember me." She sighed, taking a bite from her pasta.
"Tilda, how could I forget you. You're beautiful, funny and clever. I couldn't get you out of my head and I still can't." Harry reached across the table and grabbed Tilda's hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
"Oh Jesus Harry. You certainly know how to win over a girl." Tilda blushed leaning across the table and placing a kiss upon his cheek.
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hhaahaa supp muddafuqassss whats goin down homies.
im on holiday rn. on a sun lounger by the pool.
be jel.
but im taking my time out of relaxing and getting some serious writing done. so thank me haha ily x
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