Harry's P.O.V
Agreeing to this dare wasnt the greatest idea in the world. Infact, it had to be the dumbest. Stacy had gotten her roommates to help out in it, and they decided to dress me in girls clothes from head to toe.
"Babe, can I straighten your hair?" Stacy asked me. Butterflies filled my stomach as I heard she called me babe. Babe! That means we're getting somewhere right? And just by the fact she called me babe made me agree to it. "Sure." I smiled.
She kissed my cheek, letting her lips linger for a second longer than need be. She then proceeded to straighten my hair. I was too busy thinking about the tingling feeling on my cheek to notice the girls coming at me.
I jumped up, knocking the flat iron out of Stacy's hands accidentally, causing it to fall onto the floor. I quickly pulled her against me before the flat iron touched the floor, saving her feet from being burned.
Yeah, Im a hero.
"What's that?!" I screamed, pointing at the thing that looked like scissors in Laura's hands. The girls laughed. "An eyelash curler." Carah answered. "We're gonna do your makeup." she grinned.
I shook my head. "No no no no." I said. Stacy took my face in her hands, looking me deep in the eyes. "Im giving you an advantage by dressing you up and making you pretty." she pouted. "No Stace." I replied.
"Please Haz?" she whined, giving me a puppy dog face. "Pleeeaaase?" the rest of the girls joined in.
I sighed. "Fine." I said sitting back down. Stacy's fingers danced across the back of my neck, making shivers go down my spine. I could feel the smirk on her face as she straightened my hair. Carah curled my eyelashes, swipping some black liquid stuff on them afterwards that burns when you cry.
Not that I cried.
Okay I did. Only because Stacy burned me with the flat iron. But that was because Michaela was trying to pry it out her hands.
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After the hair and makeup, I went into the bathroom, putting on the outfit Stacy bought just for me.
I walked back to her bedroom, daring myself not to look in the mirror because I most likely wouldnt like myself if I did.
The girls all let out a wholf whistle, laughing and taking pictures of me. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I get a date with Stacy at the end of this horrifying day.
"Okay so the rules are, you have to give five guys your phone number, acting like a girl."Stacy said. I nodded reluctantly.
We set out on the streets of London, the girls walking a few paces behind me as I set out to find a guy that wouldbe stupid enough, or desperate enough, to take my "phone number."
The first guy I went to, ran away. The second guy flipped me off and walked away. The third guy smiled, almost taking my number before his boyfriend came up and took him away. "This is absolute chicken shit." I exclaimed, walking back to the girls.
As the other three laughed, Stacy smiled. "All you have to do is be confident. Confident, not concieded. There's a major difference. You have to not just act like a girl, but you have to really believe you're one. Because if you dont, they wont." she said. I was a little taken back by this.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked. She shrugged. "Because if you win, I dont have to pay for dinner." she said, shooing me away so I could look for my next victim.
I spotted a kind of lonely guy, sitting on a bench. He was kind of nerdy looking and sad. Perfect. I pranced over to him, sitting on the bench beside him. It's safe to say that I was beyond uncomfortable, but I wanted to win this date with Stacy. I wanted to take her out on this amazing date that I planned for us.
I smiled at him, struggling to come up with a topic to talk about. "Hi." I smiled. He nodded at me, before looking away. I opened my mouth to say something else when he cut me off. "If I do whatever you want, will you just leave me alone?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Yup." I said, giving him my number.
That's the thing. No guy wants a manly "woman" near them, hanging all over them, and so they get desperate and take my number so I would just leave. At least that's what the other four guys did.
As I walked away from guy number five, I walked over to Stacy, smiling widely. "Pick you up at seven." I winked before flipping my hair and walking back to my flat.
Stacy's P.O.V
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I dont know how he did it, but he did. And I am glad he did. Im also nervous, like beyond butterflies in the stomach.
Im scared, what if he doesnt like me anymore?
Of course he likes me, he dressed up like a girl and gave five guys his phone number just so he could go out with me.
I smiled at the memory before glancing up at the clock seeing it was seven pm. I let out a nervous breath as the doorbell was rung and Michaela went to answer the door. In walked a very manly Harry.
His hair was back to its not so natural curly state, he wore dark grey skinny jeans, all black converse, and a black v neck with a black blazer on top. You know, I never really understood what people meant when they said they felt like a potato...until now.
I was spudding it up standing next to Harry.
He looked....delicious. Not in that way, but Harry Styles is delicious. He's so pretty!
"You look gorgeous." he said, handing me a single daisy. I smiled, holding it in my hands as I kissed him on the cheek and took his arm. I waved bye to the girls before letting Harry lead me to his car.
We drove to a beautiful restaraunt, very fancy. He got the most expensive bottle of wine and we ordered loads of things. It was great.
After dinner we walked along the sidewalk, just wandering around absent mindedly, making each other laugh. "Okay, I have a good one. Why did the cookie go to the hospital?" I asked. Harry, smiling, shrugged. "He felt a little crummy." I pouted.
Harry laughed loudly before covering his mouth like he always did when he thought he was too loud or wasnt supposed to laugh. I grinned at the sight of him laughing. I missed this feeling. This feeling of feeling something for someone and knowing they feel the same.
It's empty when it's not there.
With my daisy in my right hand, and his in my left, I laughed ashe told another joke. "Why did the elephants get kicked out of the public pool?" he asked. I shrugged. "They kept dropping their trunks!" he exclaimed.
I laughed, snorted actually, but didnt care because it was too damn funny.
This felt...right. Like it was meant to happen.
When we walked back to my flat, Harry realized he left his car at the restaraunt but thought nothing of it. Saying he'll just pick it up tomorrow. I smiled, gazing into his mesmarizing green eyes. "Im glad you won the bet." I whispered.
Harry chuckled, shaking his curls a little. "Me too." he replied, leaning in slowly and attaching my lips to his.
We ended up making out infront of the door for a few seconds before pulling away for air. He whsipered a goodnight, pecking my lips again before I turned to walk inside my flat. Before shutting the door, I flashed him a smile and waved before closing the door completely.
Harry's P.O.V
I walked back to my flat, not knowing that all the lads were there.
"How was your date?" Lou asked, wiggling his eyebrows. I told him I had a date, but not with who. I didnt think it was a good idea,as I know he would just try and talk me out of it. "It was incrediable." I smiled.
"Oh! Harry's in love!" Zayn sang. "Tell us lad, whats her name?" he asked. I froze before quickly recovering. "I rather not say. It's not really important anyways." I mummbled before awkwardly running to my room.
