Me, Myself, and Harry Styles

Chapter two

Elizabeths POV

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear. " What the-" I said as I fell off of the bed. "Shit!" I yelled. It was 10:30 am. I had to get ready for my 'date'.

He could go back to England, and I wouldn't have to deal with him! I thought as I walked into the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth.

I went through the motions of getting ready, I was going to have to look good if I was seen out with Harry Styles. I knew people were going to start hating on my social media profile, and me looking good would eliminate any hate about my appearance. This was all too much pressure, so eventually I sat down on my bed and watched "Desperate Housewives" for about an hour.

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I settled on ripped jeans (rolled up at the bottom), black vans, a black semi see through tee, and an oversized sweater. I had my hair back in a katniss braid. Just as I finished admiring myself, I heard a knock at my front door.

"Coming!" I yelled.

" Are you naked?" Harry asked cheekily.

"Not yet!" I said sarcastically. I opened the door and nearly gasped in amazement. He was wearing a black shirt with black skinny jeans. I will admit he looked GOOD, but the amazing part was that he brought me flowers! Not just any flowers, over 50 of them. "I could get used to this," I thought to myself. " Lemme go put these in water," I exclaimed, grabbing the colorful bouquet.

"They aren't for you!" he said harshly. I quickly let go of the flowers and my eyes widened. All of the sudden, he started laughing. "You should of seen your face! You looked deeply disappointed, yet, you probably thought that-owww!" I cut him off with a playful punch in the arm." I'm sorry," he said," I will go put these in water for you."

"Thank you," I said as he followed me into the kitchen.

He set the roses in water and we walked out to his car.

"Chick magnet." I mentioned to him as I climbed into his car. Compared to my mini coop convertible, his name is Lloyd, my car sucks! We pulled up to the theater and walked up to the box office.

"Two tickets to see Possession." Harry said, voice shaking.

"Harry, I love scary movies, so, If you feel the need to squeeze my hand, you can." I said in a baby voice. He chuckled under his breath and we bought snacks. As we were waiting in line, a young girl recognized Harry.

"OMG! (Wheeze) Its (Wheeze)Harry (Wheeze) styles! Are you his girlfriend? Harry, did you get my tweets? Ofcoursehegotmytweetshejustdidntreadthemharrycanihaveahugimahugefan!" she rambled. She started to bounce up and down with excitement.

"Yeah sure." Harry said. The girl asked some pretty personal questions to him and for half of them, he just politely smiled. The girl didn't even notice that he didn't answer. He finished talking to the fan and we headed to the theater. Here's a little synopsis of what happened.

First hour: 

Squeezing my hand really tight

Second hour: 

Hugging me and burying his face into my shirt... or maybe he just wanted to get close to my boobs...

Last thirty minutes:

Arm rest was up, and he was laying on my lap with his back away from the screen.

The lights went up and He realized the position he was in. He immediately sat up,

"This was an interesting movie, uh, let's go." he said quickly .

"Harry, you didn't even watch most of it." I pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get to the car." he changed the subject. I decided not to pester him about his fears.

"Let's go to Cold Stone! It's on me." I suggested. I showed him where to go and we got in line. "I'll have the like it cake batter ice cream," I said.

"Harry do you know what you want?" I asked him.

"I'll have what she's having except with brownies and hot fudge, ooo! And sprinkles!" he said like a three year old. I gave him a motherly look and he calmed down. We bought the delicious ice cream and took a walk. We sat down on a bench near a lake and I took a bite of my icy goodness. For the next twenty minutes we joked around and fed the ducks. Some ducklings decided to chase Harry, while, I Just laughed. He walked back over me and looked at me in the eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me when he said,

"See, the chicks love me!" we both cracked up and he drove me home.

He walked me up to the door and said goodnight. "Thanks for the movie, I had fun." he kissed me on the cheek and I went inside smiling. Twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. I climbed off of my couch, in my pajamas, and went to the door.

"Elizabeth? I tried to get into the hotel, but it was mobbed and they wouldn't let me in. Can I stay with you for the night?" he asked sheepishly. I nodded sleepily and opened the apartment door wider to let him in.

Harry's POV 

I finished calling the boys and letting them know what happened. They all thought that it was an excuse, which embarassed the hell out of me. I sighed loudly and looked around.

Elizabeth had a cute flat. It was rather large and was very homey. It fit her personality well. My thoughts were cut short when I heard singing from the other room,

"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke..." I walked into Elizabeth's room and saw her singing As Long As You Love Me by Justin beiber. She was sensationally good at carrying a tune. She turned around and saw me grinning in her doorway.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" she asked worriedly, her brows creased.

"You are excellent at singing! " I complemented. She blushed furiously.

"I am in nothing but a towel!" She fired back.

"You should come into the studio with me sometime! Maybe they'll sign you! And, we could work together!" I said excitedly.

"Kay, when is a good day to come in?" she asked curiously.

" Tomorrow," I announced.

"But you're on tour, how can you record if you're already busy?"

"Yesterday was our last concert. We are doing a few private concerts, though."

"Okay," She smiled. Her smile was very beautiful.