Deceived Love

Chapter Nine

I've noticed there are many reads on chapter 1, but then it goes downhill. Please ppl dont give up on me, keep reading! U GUYS R MY MOTIVATION <33 I work hard on each chapter! Dont skip, or else the story wont flow for you. Here's chapter 9, having both Harry and Amanda's P.O.V. Thank you (:

Chapter Nine

 Harry’s P.O.V.

I stopped the car right in front of the club. Amanda stretched in her seat and turned with a smile to look at me. “I had a good time, Harry,” she murmured. I laughed a little.

 Sure she did. I’m a great tickler.

“I’m very glad, Amanda, maybe you should give me your number so we can hang another day,” I suggested, hopeful. She looked at me; her eyes brightened and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that earlier?” she asked while chucking a little. She handed me her phone. I handed her mine as well and we both exchanged numbers. I added a winky face next to my name. I handed her phone back. Once that was done, I opened the door and went around opening hers. She climbed out and stood in front of me. I looked down at her.

“I guess I better go and get the lads home,” I told her. She smiled and yawned. “Yeah, I need to get home too,” she replied.

“Where’s your car?” I asked her. She pointed to a small red car parked 3 meters away.

“Oh, alright then. . .Good night?” I added. She slightly smiled. I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her giving her a hug. “Might as well give you a hug before you go,” I teased. In reality, I wanted to have an excuse to be near her. She hugged back. So warm, I thought.

 I let go and she started to walk towards her car. She turned and said, “Night Harry, and tell your friends I said hi.” I gave her a thumbs up. “I will, night Amanda,” I replied. Her name was like velvet on my lips. After, that she was off in her car.

I turned and made my way to the bar. The lads weren’t there. My phone vibrated.

“Mate, we got bored and decided to head home,” read Liam’s message. So they took a taxi or something? I texted him a quick reply and got inside my car.

What a fun night.

Amanda’s P.O.V.

I was making my way up to my room, when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from. . . Harry?

“Ami, do you think you’re free for tomorrow at 5 pm? I wanted to see if we could like, hang out.”

What? I giggled at his new nickname for me. I liked it. I replied back “Yes, I’m free and I’d love to, besides, I’ve got nothing important to do at 5,” I sent it. He had even added a winky face to next to his name. Flirty Harry!