Y/n's pov:
Harry and I met a few weeks ago at a mutual friend's birthday party. Every time I've seen him or talked to him he's been an absolute sweetheart. Being 6 ft. tall, having a charming smile, adorable dimples, forest green eyes, fluffy curly hair, an immaculate sense of fashion, and having a personality that has people admiring him, it's hard to not constantly think about him. I'm sure the stares and whispered comments about his looks don't go unnoticed but he doesn't let it get to his head. He stays humble as ever, which is something I really admire about him. If that wasn't enough, he is so respectful towards women, so kind and gentleman like and very down to earth. Who wouldn't like him?
So when he asked me out on a date earlier this week, I was left wondering what a man like him saw in me. The date is today and I have my friend over to help me get ready for the date. I didn't put too much of make up but just enough to feel confident.
Before I have the time to panic for the date, he texts me saying he's outside with a little smiley. "Hello" he greets as I step outside, him looking good as ever. "Hi Harry" I reply.
He opens the door for me to get in and I almost ask him to do it again. Why does he have to be so perfect? "Where're we going?" I ask when he gets in the car. "Oh there's this Italian place I heard was really good. You okay with that?"
"Yeah of course". I smile.
We make small talk during the ride which helps me calm my nerves. I've just noticed he speaks a bit slow but funnily enough I don't find it annoying. It's rather endearing if I'm being honest. I learn that he's a huge fan of Fleetwood Mac, the Beatles, Queen and Elton John. I have to say I'm impressed. I'm happy I found someone with a similar music taste.
"Reservation for Styles" Harry asks the receptionist. The lady nods and leads us to our table. "I had no idea you were into Fleetwood Mac." Harry says as we sit down, "Yeah, I used to listen to them when I was younger because my parents love them too, and I just didn't stop listening to them when I grew up and you know slowly got into more artists of that time." I explain and he nods. "Same for me"
He tells me more of his life from when he was in England. He tells me he was in band with his mates called White Eskimo and they won the battle of bands competition. He wanted to audition for the X-Factor but he never got the chance. I wonder what would have happened if he had auditioned and maybe became famous. I probably wouldn't have met him. Our meals come soon and we dig in.
After a while I notice the strained expression on his face. "Are you alright Harry?" He doesn't look alright. "I uhh, I'm fine. I think I just need to use the restroom." He rushes and excuses himself. Hmm weird. Maybe it's something in the food. I myself have had stomach aches from food.
I pull out my phone to see a text from my friend.
Emily: how's the date going? Where did he take you? Is he being good?
I shake my head and smile at her concern and assure her everything is fine. Leaving out the fact that Harry's stomach might not be.
Harry hasn't returned yet so I go on Instagram and continue with my food. Minutes pass by and Harry still hasn't returned, making me a bit worried, sad, angry and insecure at the same time. What if he doesn't return.
When he doesn't return for another few minutes I decide it's best to leave and not make a fool of myself. I am just about to leave when I get a notification on my phone. I look down to see it's a message from Harry and I swipe it open.
Harry: I'm sorry I'm taking so long. I promise I haven't left. I don't know how to say this without embarrassing myself but I have an upset stomach and I'm just pooping a lot. I'll be back out soon. This is bad. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. 😖
I can't help but laugh as I sit back down and feel stupid for overthinking his absence.
