Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 6

Isabel's P.O.V

Out of all the things I expected to happen today, Harry asking me on a date was not one of them. He was so nervous the entire time. I giggle to myself at the mere thought of him playing it off like he was at the book shop for a while.

I'm actually quite nervous myself. The only concert I've been to in my whole life was the cheetah girls. Pathetic I know but if I recall, they were absolutely cheetalicious. I'm praying this concert will be just as good. Watching a flower grow would be just as amazing because Harry is there. My subconscious tells me. She has point there.

After Harry left the book shop, I stayed there until I finished my book. A little John Green to settle my nerves. And the entire time I had this weird girly grin plastered on my face. I had texted Taylor about my previous engagement with Harry and she replied with a "fucking yes, about time!"

When I returned to our dorms, Taylor was sprawled out on her bed watching some anime show, painting her nails black.

"Hey Bel!" She winks at me.

"Oh god, don't do that." I shake my head at her terrible attempt.

"I've practicing shut up." She raises her middle finger at me. Taylor pauses the TV. "Well?"

"Well what?" I confusingly grin at her.

"Where is Harry taking you tomorrow?" She practically squeals.

"To a concert his friends are having."

A weird smirk is glued on her face, "Oh really. That's cool."

"Taylor, spill. Now." I give up on her game.

"Oh it's nothing, just enjoy your concert." To end the conversation Taylor quickly continues watching her Japanese show.

"What are you watching anyways?" I ask brushing off her weirdness.

"Sword Art Online, best fucking anime hands down."

I roll my eyes at her obsession. Granted I watch anime myself but I don't like action ones, I'm more of the Clannad type. Wow I'm weird too.

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Today's the concert. Our date is today. I'm so fucking nervous. I don't know what to wear, I don't want to be over dressed or underdressed. I never even asked Harry what kind of concert it was! My best option was to believe it to be a band concert. Taylor left me by myself after a mysterious text had her jumping out of the window.  So I'm alone and panicking.

And I have 3 hours until Harry is supposed to come to my room.

Instead of worrying about my outfit, I decide to do my hair and makeup. I put on light eye shadow and a small line of eyeliner on my top lids. My eyelashes are covered with mascara and my lips with chapstick. My hair is somewhat manageable with my curler. The ends are curled but not too much. Giving it an almost natural look.

I decide on a black and grey shirt with black jeans and my maroon Dr. Martens. These are the most expensive pairs of shoes I own. I slip on a black bra and black laced underwear.  I'm not planning on Harry seeing my fully naked body but if it ends up that way then I want to look nice. I check my phone for the time and I have 30 minutes to spare. Bravo for me.

Sitting here feels like forever. Keeping myself busy by watching a few episodes of The Originals. It's 10 minutes before Harry will come but I want him to come now.

My thoughts were answered with a knock on my door. I rush out of bed, checking my appearance over, then opening the door. My eyes go wide at Harry. He is wearing a button down, long sleeve shirt with a flower design on it. The top few buttons are left undone showing off his tattooed chest. A fedora holds back his wonderful curls but still support the sides of his face.