𒊹 I will not be continuing this story any further as I no longer have any interest to do so.
You have a sickening feeling that something is going to go terribly wrong at your One Direction concert you were going to with your bestfriend Kaylie. Ins...
I plug in my curler. While waiting for it to heat up, I frantically put on my yellow sundress that has flowers in a darker shade of yellow over it. I really didn't want to be late on my little date with Harry.
Not many people get the chance to go out with Harry Styles, you know?
My curler is heated enough now and I curl my hair into loose beach waves. It's 1:09pm now and Harry and I arranged our date for 1:30pm. I'm not going to make it on time for sure. I still try my hardest and quickly try to put on some makeup to make myself look more awake and presentable.
Of course I had to oversleep the one night when I'm going out with Harry for lunch the next day.
My makeup takes longer than expected and it's 1:23pm now. Luckily, the restaurant we're having lunch at isn't too far away from my home. I bolt out of the door and head straight for my car. I check myself out in my sun visor mirror to see if I hadn't ruined my makeup yet — even though it's been a few minutes.
I quickly drive off and hope that I make it on time.
Once I made it and parked, I put another quick layer of lip gloss and mascara. I head out of my car and head towards the restaurant. I checked my watch to see if I'm late, the time on my clock reads "1:32 PM". I wasn't too late at least.
Once I enter the restaurant, I see Harry waiting for me at the booths. Then I turn my head back to the hostess, she smiled at me and let me through, like she knew that I was here for Harry. I quickly return the smile back and walk off to the booth where Harry was.
I sit across from Harry. He looks so good.
(HIS OUTFIT):
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I swear to god, he can pull anything off. I also love the fact that I can see his tattoos. They look amazing.
Actually "amazing" would be a understatement.
"Hi!" he started the conversation.
"Hey. Sorry that I'm 2 minutes late." I'm quick to apologize. I've always been very apologetic for things, big or small. Even for things that weren't my fault.
"Oh no, don't be. I'm glad you could make it" he gives a warm, welcoming smile to me. Then he looks down at his menu and opens it up.
"Is everything okay?" he chuckles, snapping me back to reality. I didn't realize I was staring at him. Awkward and embarrassing on my side.
"Oh, yeah, my b-bad." I quickly stammer out. Then we both look down at our menu's and look at the food choices we have.
I have no clue of what I want. There's so many options, it's hard to choose.
"Have you chosen what you want to eat yet?" I ask. Since I don't know what I want, might as well eat the same thing he's getting.
