Harry Please.

Part 10

SKYE'S POV: I spent the whole afternoon preparing mentally and physically for my date with Harry tonight. I took a long shower, dried my hair, put on simple makeup; enough to make my green eyes pop. Madi did my hair into loose curls for me. I ended up wearing the coral high-low skirt with the ruffled white tank top, and I matched it with my white and gold sandals. Not even realizing what time it was, the doorbell rang and Madi answered the door for me while I brushed my teeth one more time... I was so nervous. I made my way down the stairs to Harry who was wearing black pants and a white button up with some of the buttons undone. As I hit the last step, he mouthed the word 'wow' making me blush a little. We walked out of the house, and he opened the door to his sports car for me.. Not sure if it was his or not, considering that he was in the US, but it was impressive. "Whats the plan Hazza?" I asked as we were driving down the beach. "There is a small restaurant down the rode that I wanted to take you to," he said looking at me. He was right. It was small. And expensive too. There was barely a lot of people here, and it was one of those uptight, formal restaurants where couples would go to for proposals or for boys just to impress their girlfriends. We sat down for a while eating and talking; he made a lot of cheesy jokes and we ended up having a food fight with the bread. We were laughing hysterically.. The type that makes your abs sore and your cheeks start to hurt. The only reason we probably didn't get thrown out of the place was because Harry was a celebrity. I like him, a lot. He is actually more of a goofball than I imagined him to be, but he is still down to earth. I just cant get enough of him. We were having so much fun together that I wasn't quite ready for the night to end.