KNOCK KNOCK
“Mmmmm.” I groaned
“Ally?” Harry whispered. He poked his head inside my room “You awake?”
I groaned again “I am now. Why?”
“Oh, okay, good.” He came inside and closed the door behind him.
“Again, why?”
Harry came and sat down on my bed “I need to talk to you.”
“About?” I sat up straight and leaned against the head board.
Harry sighed “I just need to ask you a question.”
“Go ahead.”
Harry took a big breath “Ally, will you go out with me?”
“No I will not cook for Nia- wait, what?” I froze
“Will you- wait. Did you think I was gonna ask you to cook for Niall?”
“Um…”
Harry chuckled “No, I wanted to see if you would go out… on a date… with me?”
20 years into the future, I will have my Dad make a book on how to score guys…
“Um…” holy damn! Harry’s actually asking me! Damn it! A little part of my brain secretly hoped he wouldn’t so I wouldn’t have to do the whole fake dating thing.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean, yeah.”
But I want to…
“Listen Harry-”
“No, it’s okay, I get it.” He started to get up from my bed.
“But Harry-”
“At least I tried right?” he laughed nervously before grabbing the door handle. I jumped out of my bed as fast as lighting, and grabbed the hand that was on the handle.
“You didn’t let me finish.” He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows
“Ally, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”
“Harry,” I covered his mouth with my hand “I was going to say that I would love to go on a date with you.”
His eyes widened in surprise “Weawy?” he asked. I took my hand away from his mouth and nodded.
“Yes, waewy.” I mimicked him.
“Oh, um cool. Thanks. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.” He started to reach for the door again when I stopped him
“Um Harry,”
“Yeah?”
“We live in the same house.”
A small blush tinted his cheeks “Oh, um, yeah. I knew that.”
I laughed “Sure you did.”
“I’m, I better, um, go.”
“Yeah, bye Harry.”
“Later Ally.”
I closed my door and sighed. I started walking back to my bed, grabbing my phone on the way there. I opened up a new text, already knowing what I was going to put.
To: Richard the Robber (because he steals secrets)
Plan ‘fake date’, is a go
From: Richard the Robber (because he steals secrets)
That’s my girl
Prick
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It was six o’clock the next day.
I was ready in ten minutes. I don’t know why girls take so long getting ready. I just shower, which is like five minutes, then I get ready, another five minutes.
I guess I shouldn’t question considering all the makeup and dresses El and Dani had sprawled out on the bed that night we went clubbing.
*shudders* I can still feel it.
Anyways, I just put on a red and blue checkered shirt, some khaki shorts, and my white converse. Eleanor and Danielle insisted I buy these for I don’t know what reason.
Simple.
Harry didn’t tell me where we were going, he just told me to dress nice, so I did, hopefully.
I didn’t have my makeup guru’s with me today, because the boys said that Dani had to go practice some new dance moves, while El was called in for some photo shoot. I guess their little mini vacation/ break is over.
Too bad though, because now I won’t have anyone to gossip about this date.
Speaking of which, Harry’s late…
KNOCK KNOCK
“Hello.” I answered opening my door.
“Hey.” Harry smiled at me. I looked down and inspected the clothes he was wearing and almost pissed myself laughing.
He smirked at me “I like your clothes.”
I smirked back “I like yours too.”
“I guess we match.” He smiled. Harry was wearing the exact same red and blue shirt, but this one was fitted for men. He was wearing some khaki pants with a brown belt, and he was wearing his famous white converse.
Go figure.
“Shall we go?” he asked reaching his hand out so I can take. I gladly took it
“We shall.” Laughing, we excited my room. When we entered the TV room, no one was there.
“Where is everyone?” I asked
Harry shrugged “They went to get some dinner. Usually I cook it, but I was busy tonight.” He smiled at me
“Hm, they missed a good laugh.”
“I guess they did.” Smiling, we both exited the room and got into the elevator. After passing some of the few fans that were outside, we both got into a car and speed off.
“So, you finally gonna tell me where we’re going?” I asked. I had been wanting to know what exactly this date would be because A. I hate surprises and B. I had to text my Dad soon to give him further details on where we would be going.
Harry smiled at me, exposing his cute dimples “Nope, still a surprise.”
“Ug.” I groaned. That just made Harry laugh. To block out his laughter, I put on the radio and guess which song was playing?
No seriously, guess… NOW!
Well you’re wrong, it was What Makes You Beautiful.
Harry and I both looked at each other before bursting out laughing. We started singing along with the song
“Your insecure, don’t know what for. Your turning heads when you walk through the door or or!”
Soon enough, we where both jamming out to WMYB.
We got there a little while after we finished our horrible singing. I don’t understand how such a beautiful voice can sing so bad in the car.
By beautiful voice, I meant me!!!
“Where here!” Harry screamed. Considering we were in the same car, that was not necessary.
“Okay!” I screamed back. Harry smiled before getting out of the car. I did the same and after walking up to the building in front, my jaw dropped.
The Waffle House.
Harry Styles took me to the Waffle House.
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