You're Mine, Harry Styles.

Chapter 6-Wow.

HARRY'S POV

She opened the door ever so gracefully. Wow. She looked amazing. Dammit Harry! I thought to myself. I was trying to figure out my feelings for her. This was not helping. "Hi." she said looking up at me. "Hola." I said looking over her shoulder. No one was home I was guessing. She looked up at me again raising her eyebrow. I dismised my current glance and said "Let's go." I walked to the car and she walked slowly behind me locking the door on her way out. I flew myself in the car starting the engine while she got in. I was so anxious. I needed to figure out these feelings for her. Was there something there? Or...not? I could tell she was nervous too so I turned the radio on. Justin Bieber was playing. Nah. I flipped through my CDs and settled on Devil's Got A New Disguise, by Aerosmith. Lee got it for me. Good mate. She looked at me again her eyebrows raised. "You like Aerosmith?" she asked looking at the back of the CD case. "Yeah. Do you?" I said smiling. I loved Aerosmith. Awesome band. "Yep." she said popping the 'p.' Hot girl, with good taste in music. I smiled accelerating on the road ahead of me. "So, you like PB and J's?" I asked her. "Yes." she said smiling. "Good." I said. "Why might I ask?" "Oh nothin'." I said winking at her. I had a feeling she would probably like it.

ELIZABETH'S POV

We arrived at a little area of land in the middle of nowhere. Where were we? I wondered. He saw my expression and just smiled. Cheeky boy, I thought. There was candles lit up everywhere. All around the little area. It was beautiful. Lanterns were hung from trees and lights wrapped around them. So pretty. I got out of the car, flustered. No guy has ever taken the time to do this kind of thing for me. It was very nice and pleasing. I followed Harry up the bridge where the picnic was set up. He sat down on the blanket with a picnic basket. He grabbed a few things out. Grapes, sandwiches and strawberries dipped in chocolate. Yum! This was very nice. He patted the seat next to him and I sat down. My palms were sweating. I didn't realize how nervous I was until I sat down. He looked pretty nervous himself. I thought it was cute. A guy being nervous. Especially that guy being Harry Styles. "So, do you like it?" he asked smiling down at me. "Very much so." I responded quickly grabbing a sandwich. "Did you make these yourself?" I said, asking about the sandwiches. I took a bite. "Of course I did, delicious?" he asked. "Yes." I said blushing. Aw come on Lizzie hold yourself together! Stop blushing. Over sandwiches. Wow, I was really losing it now. But the way he looked at me like that. It was pretty hard holding myself together. We ate, it was good. Harry's an exellent cook. If you call sandwiches, grapes, and chocolate covered strawberries cooking. "So how did you do it?" I asked Harry wondering in amazement how he had managed to set this all up my himself. "A magician never reveals his secrets." he replied smirking. Maybe the boys helped him. But, whatever, I wasn't going to question him any longer. When we were almost finished eating, there was one strawberry left. Hmmm. He grabbed it before I had the chance. "Haha." he said slowly putting it further and further towards his mouth. "Poop." I said smiling. He stopped lowering it into his mouth and put it out towards me. He was holding it up like he was just doing for himself. He slowly dropped it in my mouth. I smiled and chewed enthusiastically and rubbed my stomach. "Best meal you ever had?" he asked smiling. "Nope. Not even close!" I said running towards the car. I knew he was going to try to stop me anyways. He grabbed my waist and spun me around until I was facing him. I blushed and looked into his eyes. They were really beautiful. What was I do-. Before I could think anymore Harry had kissed me again. This time, not as soft as before. I liked it.

HARRY'S POV

As I released my grasp on Lizzie, she looked up at me. I crashed my lips against hers not caring about what anyone thought at that moment. She pulled away again, looking into my eyes. She smiled. I returned it. "That was...interesting." she said smirking. "Yes, it was." I agreed with her smirking back. I ran back to our little picnic area and grabbed the picnic basket. She was already heading towards the car, I followed behind her. I didn't know what to do when I got in the car. Did I act like nothing had happened? No, I couldn't do that anymore. Lizzie was in my life now. I had to accept the fact of it. And I knew that I now felt something for her. I wasn't sure what yet. That part I still had to figure out for myself. When I got in the car, she playfully punched my shoulder. "What?" I said starting the engine. "You are too good, Styles." she said looking out the window. I could see the corner of her mouth pulling up in a smile. "Why, thank you." I said, heading down the road towards her flat. When we got there, I ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her. "Thank you, sir." she said taking my hand. "Welcome." I said, still holding her hand walking her up to her porch. We stood by her front door for a few seconds before she broke the silence. "I had a really good time today, Harry. Thank you." she said looking up at me and smiling. "I'm glad." I said and bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned the door handle and said a simple goodnight, and I was alone standing on the porch. That was an awesome...what? Date? I wasn't quite sure yet. Next time I saw Elizabeth, we would surely figure things out.

When I got home Louis was lounging on the couch wearing nothing but boxers. Nothing unusual really, just that usually I was the one half naked. He glanced up when I walked through the door and jumped up from the couch. "HAZZA!" he screamed at me. Was he drunk or something? Hope not. Eleanor wasn't here which was strange. "Where's Eleanor?" I asked him heading towards the kitchen. "She had to go to her mum's for some baby shower or something." he responded. "I wonder if she'll get any ideas." I said and winked at him. "Ha ha ha." he said sarcastically, though he was smiling. "So how did your "date" go?" he asked empashising the word date. Oh Lou. "It went well. But I'm not sure if it was what you would call a date." "Then what would you call it?" he asked looking at me like I was dumb. He was stuck on this, sure enough. "I would call it..a friendly encounter with a someone who I liked." I responded in a "duh" tone. He wasn't buying it. "Uh huh." he said walking to his room. I walked to my room too, shortly after him after getting a glass of water. I thought about what he had said. Maybe he was right, maybe I should just admit to myself that I really liked Lizzie. I thought about me and Lizzie as I drifted to sleep.