harry's POV
she gets in the car and she smells really good. like a mix of peppermint and vanilla. she always smelled good. no matter what, if she was near me i knew it was her just by her perfume. i guess i've gotten good at it.
"hey harry"
"hey jordan, you look amazing"
"thanks, you too" she says smiling at me
i was wearing an all black suit and black shoes and my hair was styled down.
"the restaurant is about a half an hour away"'
"ok sounds good... can we talk about your tour though?"
"yea sure what about?"
"well how long is it?"
"eight months"
"haz i looked up my schedule..."
"ok and?
"i think... i can come! for the first leg of it i mean"
"really?!"
"yea harry"
"jordan thats amazing! we're going to have such a good time, with hotels and concerts and games and maybe you can cook for us if you wanted, maybe simon will let you come on stage. the fans love you jordan"
i just laugh.
"but when i get home i'm going to be starting school right away... assuming i get into a university"
"i bet you definitely will" i grab her hand and squeeze it
"haz before we leave can you help me pack?"
"of course just let me know"
"ok where are we going first?"
"first show is in london actually, also, you remember stephanie is coming?"
"....yea i do"
"ok, i hope you guys learn to like each other more"
"i know harry"
i turn up the music and we ride listening to the various songs on his playlist.
we pull up at a really nice restaurant and he comes around and opens my door.
"my lady"
i laugh and take his arm.
"thank you"
"jordan i may have left something out... about tonight i mean"
"what?"
"jordan you're meeting my parents and sister tonight"
"what??"
