The Promise {Book 1: Harry Styles}

Chapter 8: The Date, Confession & Confusion

 Sorry if there are heap of mistakes, never got the time to read it...it' freaking 3:00AM here and my eyes are really tired.

Oh and I like to dedicate this chapter to @awkwardhoran for making my new fanfic cover! All the credits to her! Follow her on twitter! :) xoxo

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I heard a knock on the door signaling me that Zayn is already here. I’m just checking myself for the billionth time in the mirror to see if I’m okay.

“You look fine, Flor.” Hannah reassured me behind my shoulders. Hannah helped me to fix myself for our ‘date.’ She must be really proud of her masterpiece.

“Thanks.” I smiled and turned around to get my purse.

“Go and have some fun!” She said with a wide grin on her face.

Just as I got out of my room, Hannah yelled.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Use protection! If you know what I mean.” She said as her head was on my door frame and giving me a wink. Oh Hannah.

I just shook my head in disgust. Seriously, who will do that on their first date? Maybe some slut out there…

Hannah laughed and shut the door. That girl is really weird sometimes.

I got the door and open in to see a black- haired guy standing on my front porch. When he knew that the door open he looks up meeting me with my eyes.

“Wow.” He said, stuttering with his words.

“You look amazing.” He smiled, making my knees form to jelly. O-kay that’s just weird…suddenly I feel like a corny girl thinking of her feelings for a guy. I don’t have feelings for Zayn, right? Do I?

“Thanks. You look good yourself.” I smiled back as I close the door on our flat.

As I turned around I saw a car waiting for us.

 “M’lady.” Zayn said, opening the door for me. What a gentleman.

“Thanks my good sir.” I said with a posh in my voice.

We got both inside the car, with the driver in the driver’s seat. Duh.

I just notice that Zayn and I are a bit close on our seats. Before an awkward silence came to our atmosphere, Zayn started the conversation. You know, about the band, his family, the boys. I’m really glad he didn’t open up a conversation about the curly-haired boy. What a relief. I just don’t know how to talk or how to fix this problem we have.

‘Why is life so hard?’ I said to myself.

“Here we are.” Zayn said snapping me from my thoughts.

He got out first and open the door for me, as usual. I smiled as a thank you for him and stand beside him. Thank god, there are no paparazzi at this place. I never really thought of what’s going to be my answer if they asked anything about us. I mean we’re not even in a relationship. You know how the paparazzi work. Sometimes they don’t give you privacy, like you can’t even go out without single paparazzi following you. 

As we both walk to the restaurant Zayn is taking me, I felt a hand snakes on my waist. As I follow the hand upwards, I saw a black-haired boy smiling like a Chesire cat at me. Zayn.

Why am I feeling like there are bugs inside my stomach? My cheeks are burning and my hands are getting sweaty. What am I feeling? Maybe it’s just the food I ate awhile ago? Maybe it’s just hot in here? Ugh. Forget it.

We continue on walking and stop to where a waitress was standing behind the counter.

“Table for two, please.” Zayn said politely, his hand still on my waist. The waitress leads us to the corner of the room, I notice that the place has no other customers, just us two. We’ll that’s the power of money. Popstars.