(BTW KASEY, you will have to wait until I write the next chapter for me to update again bc spam)
Sunday, October 5 2014
2:56 p.m.
I log onto Ovoo and find Kasey's account, pressing the call button. Kasey told, no, ordered me to video chat her while I get ready. A swish signals that she answered.
"Hey Mrs. Styles." She coos and I laugh.
"Hey Mrs. Tomlinson!" I tease back, causing her eyelashes to flutter.
"Is your mom taking you to meet him somewhere, or do you need a ride?" She asks hopefully.
"No, my mom is spending an early night at the bar. But he is coming to pick me up."
"Oh, what a gentleman."
"I'm going to go get my clothes." I walk to my closet, but I can still hear her talking.
"What are you wearing?"
"My daisy skirt, white tank, combat boots and a black choker."
"Ooh, that will be so cute!" After I get dresses, I take my laptop next to the mirror as I put on some make up.
"I don't want to go crazy on the make up, so I'm gonna keep it simple, just concealer and mascara." she continues to babble about how cute I look and how amazing my night will be and what will happen when we 'get home'. Kasey has the hormones of a sixteen year old boy. Not trying to be blunt, but she is a little horny. She has never done anything, but she always fantasizes about it.
When I finish my face, I stand up and look in front of the mirror. My stomach pokes out a little from the tank top. I let out a sigh, apparently too loud. Kasey hears me.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"I look fat in this..." I turn to the side. I usually don't worry too much about my size, but I'm going on a date! With Harry, to make matters worse.
"Shush Nena, you look like a goddess!" I smile slightly.
"Maybe I should put on a different shirt?"
"No, I object. You look amazing. Now, where is he taking you?"
"He said it was a surprise." I smile, thinking about all the possibilities. When I hear a car pull up, I look out the window and see him open the door. "He is here I gotta go! Bye!" I end the call and close my computer. Grabbing my black shoulder purse, I shove my boots on and scurry down the steps. There is a knock on the door, and my heart beats faster. I take a deep breath before reaching for the door knob, but when I reach out my arm, I notice my scars. Shit, he will see them, there is no hiding them. I'll have to be alert and try to keep them hidden because it's too late. I open the door, revealing Harry standing in his classic black skinny jeans, a yellow Rolling Stones t-shirt and a black headband pushing back his long hair.
"Wow, you look beautiful." I feel my cheeks heat up and I look up at his eyes.
"Thank you, so do you. Well.. You look hot, um handsome?" he sees me struggling and tries to hold back a laugh. "You look nice." I say quietly.
"Thank you. Shall we get going?" He moves out of the way and I step on the porch beside him, closing and locking the door behind me. He leads me to the passenger side of his black Range Rover and opens the door for me.
"Thanks." I say and step up into the car, strapping in and putting my arm up on the center bit. He gets in the drivers seat and cranks the car.
"Are your parents home?" he asks as we pull out of the driveway.
