One day I remember finding pictures from all of Harry and I’s dates posted in an article that was a timeline of our relationship so far. “Hey, did you know that there is an official timeline of your dates up online? I don’t look half bad in all these photos!” I spoke up from on the lounge, as Harry was busy in the kitchen. “Hold it up so I can see.” He replied and I hoisted the MacBook into the air. “You look gorgeous as usual.” “Aww you’re a sweetie, Styles.” I cooed and went back to lurking through Harry’s twitter feed, giggling. “I hear you giggling. What are you doing, Cassandra? Do not make me regret trusting you with my twitter.” Harry’s voice was genuinely concerned. “No, no everything’s fine. You keep doing whatever you’re doing. Everything’s cool over here.” I quickly replied and kept typing my tweet saying “Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder ‘what wattage is my microwave?’” Giggling after pressing the tweet button. “You know…” I said, shutting the laptop and kneeling on the lounge to peek over into the kitchen. “NO, YOU CAN’T LOOK!” Harry screamed, “Cover your eyes, Grey!” “Okay okay.” I said, placing my hands over my eyes. “As I was saying, you know it’s very unromantic to be preparing a surprise date when the girl’s in the same room and hearing everything and could easily just, sneak a look.” I slowly moved my hands away from one of my eyes. “CASSANDRA!” Harry called and I put my hands back. “Cassandra! I know I said it was going to be a surprise but I need your help!” I rushed into the kitchen and found Harry squatting down in front of the oven. “The oven’s broken.” Harry said, stating the obvious. For a moment we both stared at the uncooked chicken sitting on the tray. “I can’t feel my legs.” Harry laughed and fell down beside me on his butt. “Seeing as now this amazing surprise has been ruined, can you tell me what you were going to surprise me with?” I asked joining him on the ground and sitting opposite him linking my legs over his so we were sitting quite close. “Well,” Harry started and tucked some hair behind my ear before placing his hands on my hips, “I was cooking you a three course Australian dinner. I was going to make some of those weird prawn cocktails you people drink for entrees. Then for the main meal it was going to be a meat pie but I know you are polo-vegetarian so I was just going to make a chicken pie and then for dessert I was making lamingtons and A, N, Z, A, C biscuits.” Harry said, spelling out the word ANZAC. I couldn’t contain my hysterics and burst out laughing. “What?” Harry laughed. “We don’t say it A, N, Z, A, C we just say ANZAC. It stands for Australia New Zealand Army Corps.” I explained. “Oh…” Harry said, dipping his head to the ground. “No, no it was adorable. I will always remember you when I think of ANZAC biscuits now.” I said, putting my finger under his chin to lift his eyes to mine. “Let’s just sit here and eat whatever’s in the fridge and order take away.” I whispered and kissed him softly on the lips.
We sat on the ground, me sitting in between his legs, my back against his chest eating Nutella from the jar, cheese with crackers and drinking milk and fruit juice. We were both in that state where anything was hilarious. “Okay do you want to hear the worst joke on the planet?” I asked and Harry nodded. “What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor? I lost my tractor.” Harry started to laugh but I piped in “That’s not the funny bit! Shut up! Okay, what did the farmer say when he found his tractor?” I paused for a minute and giggled before saying “I found my tractor!” I burst out laughing and Harry did as well. “You’re beautiful when you laugh, Cassandra.” Harry said changing the mood to very serious. “You know, as dero as this is, it’s my favourite date so far. Also, we need to go shopping for you. You have next to no food in your house, Harry.” I said, making sure to get a good scoop of Nutella on my finger before putting it in my mouth. “Oddly, there’s something very romantic about sitting on the kitchen floor and eating almost expired food. Do you want to order some pizza?” Harry asked, leaning forward so he could see my face and kissing my cheek softly. “No, we need to go food shopping! Let’s go!” I started to get up but quickly sat down on Harry’s lap and whispered softly to him “Can we dress up?” “Why are we dressing up?” Harry looked confused. “To be different and if they get a photo of us, it’ll be funny!” “We have to do this! Let’s see what’s in my closet.” Harry said and I got up off the ground and ran giggling with him not far behind.
“Harry! You need to get these!” I ran down the aisle holding a box of Reece peanut butter cups in my hands. “You look so ridiculous in that muscle morph suit!” He laughed before I said, “You can talk, you’re Scooby Doo! But oh my god, have you ever had one of these before? If you have, you’re having another one and if you haven’t, oh my god they’re so good they might even be better than sex.” I rambled and Harry got a look on his face. “Not with me.” I stood gobsmacked for a second. “What about these?” I asked, pointing to something random on the shelf. “Tampons? I don’t think I’ll be needing those anytime soon.” Harry laughed. “I’ve got you all clumsy now, have I?” I blushed. “C’mon, we’ve got a trolley worth of stuff. I’ll have enough food for a couple of months, Cassandra.”
When we walked out of the store there were flashes blinding me from every direction. “Harry!” some called out while others called “Cassandra!” Harry’s hand guided me, squeezing mine to let me know he was still there and it would be okay. “Cya guys. Don’t get run over now.” Harry said to the paparazzi before he closed his door. “My cheeks hurt from smiling so much!” I laughed and relaxed back in my seat. “That doesn’t bother you?” Harry asked, holding my hand in his as he drove off. “Not in the slightest. Although I would’ve preferred to be in slightly more normal attire, it doesn’t bother me.” I explained. “Really?” Harry questioned further, “I have never met anyone so amazing.” “That’s because you haven’t met anyone that met you as Harry Styles not ‘Harry Styles from One Direction! Oh my god I love you! Marry me!’” My voice going extremely high pitched when imitating the fangirls. “No, but I still can’t believe I’m just Harry to you. It’s incredible because I never thought I’d be able to be like this again. By the way, are you a fangirl because that was a very convincing impersonation?” “You wish I was one of your fangirls! I’m not but you are dating a girl that was a hard-core Jonas Brothers fan when she was 9.” I said and Harry nodded while laughing. “You are just too cute for words.” “You want to know a fun fact about the one and only Cassandra Grey?” I asked, looking across at Harry and catching his eye whenever it was safe for him to take his eyes off the road for a second. “I most certainly do.” “I’ve never ever had authentic Chinese food. Like, never ever.” I confessed and Harry was genuinely shocked. “That’s it, when we get back to mine I’m ordering Chinese for us. Do you know how to use chopsticks?” “The ones you put in your hair?” I said, meant as a joke. “Oh goodness, this shall be interesting.” Harry laughed and sweetly kissed my hand that he held in his.
Amongst other photos is one from that night. Harry took a selfie of him and I on my Polaroid holding our chopsticks between our lips and our noses by pouting and with noodle sauce all over our faces. Written across the bottom Harry wrote ‘forever young and in love’. Whenever I look at that photo it reminds me of just how much time has passed and just how much as happened.
