That night, I lay in bed, looking at my phone contacts. He hadn't even put his actual name in my phone. He named himself "The guy from the club." I mean, what the fuck?
I looked at the clock and realized it was actually pretty late, and just when I was about to go to sleep, I felt my phone buzz. "New message from: The guy from the club" It read. I pushed okay.
Hello again Abigail. It said.
Hi.
Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?
No thank you.
Why not?
I don't even know your name.
I can't tell you my name
Why not?
I just can't. Sorry.
will you tell me if I go to dinner with you?
We'll see.
Okay fine, I'll go.
Awesome. Meet me at the same club tomorrow at six.
Sure.
Goodnight.
Bye.
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In His Direction
FanfictionAbigail meets a strange boy wearing sunglasses and a hood at a party, and he gives her his number. Without telling Abigail his name, he invites her on a dinner date. Just how long will it take her to figure out that he is secretly Harry Styles (who...
