Look Into His Eyes: A One Direction FanFic

Chapter 5

The next evening,I threw on a graphic tee and black blazer, along with some skinny jeans and TOMS. At exactly seven o'clock, the doorman buzzed Harry up. He knocked on the door to my flat, and I opened it (obviously,what else would I have done?) He presented me with a huge smile and a big bouquet of flowers.

"Awww,thank you Harry,you really didn't have to do that."

"Not a problem,anything for a beautiful girl," he replied.

I blushed. "I'm not beautiful," I protested.

"Don't be silly,of course you are," he said.

I blushed even deeper,and quickly placed the flowers in a vase of water.

"I'm ready now," I told him.

"Then off we go," he said,offering me his arm.

I laughed and looped my arm through his.

"Off we go."

We ate at a local Italian resturant,and had no Directioner encounters. Harry insisted on paying,and we soon arrived at the cinema complex.

"So,what do you want to see?" he asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," I replied. "What do you want to see?"

"I don't have a clue," Harry said.

We shared a laugh,and soon settled on a romantic comedy. We got a large tub of popcorn to share,and settled into our seats in the back of the theater. There was only a few middle-aged couples when the movie started.

As I reached for the popcorn,Harry reached for it as well. Our fingers brushed,sending shivers up my spine.

He gave me a flirty grin and took out a handful of popcorn and fed the pieces to me one by one. When he finished,we both erupted into a fit of giggles,earning us glares from the other movie-goers. He leaned over and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. I caught my breath,wondering if he would kiss me. But he just smiled and turned back to the movie.

Harry's POV

I loved her laugh. It was bright and happy,and made her whole face light up. When she smiled at me,it made me feel like I had done something right.

And her eyes.

Her eyes sparkled when she smiled,and just by looking at them I could tell what she was feeling. I wanted to get to know this girl. I wanted to be there for her,to comfort her when she was upset,and to keep her smiling.

I wanted to love her.

I only hoped I would be able to.

Paige's POV

About halfway through the movie,Harry slipped his arm around my shoulders. I inched closer to him,and rested my head on his shoulder a little bit. We stayed that way till the film ended.

"My flat, or yours?" Harry asked after the film was over. "Mine. I haven't given you the tour yet."

"Fair enough," he said,showing his dimples.

We got to my apartment,and I showed him around. "And here's my room," I said,walking in. He looked at the books on my shelves,my laptop,and some pictures I had lying around.

We then went into the living room and sat on the couch. "So,tell me more about yourself," I asked. During dinner we had mostly chated about music and books we liked.

As he talked about his mum and Cheshire, I watched him. The way his green eyes would light up,and the way his curls bobbed when he moved his head. I could stare at him forever.

Suddenly,my phone rang.

"Oh no,I better answer,it's my mom," I told him.

"Of course love,I understand," he said.

"Hello mom."

After talking for a few minutes,we hung up. I set my phone down,and burst into tears. Harry slid over to me and put his arm around me.

"Paige,love,what is it? Please tell me. Please,Paige,tell me what's wrong."

"It's...it's...my...dad." I broke out sobbing.

"What happened? Is he hurt?"

"No. He has been a total jackass," I told him.

"What happened?"

"He screamed at my mom and told her she was worthless and doesn't work half as hard as him. He grabbed a knife and she said she was surprised he didn't hurl it at her."

"Oh no,I'm so sorry,Paige. Has he ever hurt you or your mum before?" he asked.

"No,only yelled at us and told us we don't work as hard as him. But my mom volunteers at and inner-city school and takes care of the house and our rescue dogs,while my dad sits around the house all day reading the paper and complaining that everyone that doesn't agree with him is a worthless piece of shit." I sobbed some more,and Harry comforted me.

"I am so,so sorry you'e had to deal with that,Paige."He pulled me into his arms holding me to his chest and letting me cry. He stroked my hair and murmmering "shh,shh," until I was done.

"Thank you. You are so nice,Harry."

He smiled. "Anytime,love. Anytime."