Little [Harry Styles]

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2nd July 2015

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"So, I was thinking." I looked up from the TV to see Harry striding into the room, a pleased expression over his face. "I never took you out on a first date, well...a second first date."

"I think we're a bit past first dates H." I laughed, gesturing to Isabella.

"I want to take you out."

"Is that a good idea? With everything that happened in the press last month?"

I thought back to the situation with Isabella's photograph being published everywhere you could possibly imagine and sighed. Harry and his team had worked for days on end to get something done about the photograph, in the end we'd walked away with a half-hearted apology and the explanation that it wasn't illegal, even if she was a child.

"We can't hide away forever." He shrugged, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"What about Isabella?"

"That's already sorted, Gem said she'd drive over and watch her."

"Then I guess it's a date." I nodded, turning my head away from him so he couldn't see the grin spreading across my face.

"Be ready for seven." I could hear the smile in his voice as I listened to the footsteps moving away from the doorway.

The rest of the day had been pretty uneventful, my mind always seeming to drift back to the date Harry would be taking me on, and the lack of details I knew about it. I'd asked him numerous times what we would be doing, insisting that I needed to know what to wear, but I'd just receive a smug shrug of the shoulders and a tight-lipped smile.

Now here I was, still sat in a towel from a shower I took forty minutes ago looking for an outfit I wasn't even sure I owned. We were supposed to be leaving in less than an hour and the ends of my hair were still dripping, and my makeup still sat untouched in front of the mirror.

"Right, I'm not going." I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my towel.

"Marn! Gem's nearly here! Are you nearly-" Harry's voice came to an abrupt stop as he entered the room, his eyes falling upon my very un-ready state. "Why are you still in a towel?"

"I'm not going. I've got nothing to wear." I huffed, keeping my eyes locked on the floor.

"What are you talking about? You've got an entire wardrobe."

"I don't know what to wear."

I heard him sigh, making his way over to where I sat on the end of the bed and stop in front of me.

"Stop being so dramatic." He chuckled lightly, "Just pick out a dress or something."

I tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked up at him, an amused expression plastered over his face as I sulked.

"And anyway. We've got to go because I've already arranged security, and Gem's nearly here...get ready yeah?"

I nodded with an attempt to hide the threatening smile trying to break onto my face but failing miserably when I met my eyes with Harry's. He returned my nod victoriously and pressed a kiss to my lips, telling me again to get ready and leaving the room. I sighed but stood up and rummaged again through the dresses that hung in my wardrobe, eventually settling on a plain khaki dress and throwing it down on the bed.