American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 71 - Immaculate love songs

I am going on a date with Harry.

I know, you're jealous.

I'm actually nervous as fuck, though. We're going on a date in public where people will be able to see us. They'll know we're dating.

I know people will start rumors about me and try to dig up dirt on me because I'm dating Harry. But, I'm not nervous about that. I've got no skeletons in my closet. That's right, not going to find any videos of me being racist or some shit.

I'm nervous because I know it'll all be real once we go on the date. After so long, we'll finally be able to say we're together and that is a lot of pressure to put on a girl.

I mean, if you were to imagine someone dating Harry Styles, the most perfect man on earth, they would be perfect too.

Well, I am not.

I am very weird. I'm not a model, I'm not one of those classy, polite, modest girls. I'm not loved by everyone.

Nope. I'm just Emma.

So, you can see why I'm nervous. I'm going to be compared to fucking Kendall Jenner, Taylor Swift, like how do I compete with that?

"Emma? You ready?" Harry asks, knocking on the door.

I look at the mirror, realizing I haven't even started to get ready and have been internally freaking out.

"Um, yeah. Just give me like.. another hour." I reply.

I hear him open the door and turn to see him walk in, frowning once he realizes I'm not ready.

"What's wrong?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nothing." I shake my head and he narrows his eyes at me.

"You're lying."

How the fuck did he..

"Fine." I sigh. "I'm very nervous." I admit, looking back at the mirror with a frown.

"I am too. But why are you nervous, baby?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind.

"Because everyone will judge me. I'm not like your other girlfriends, Harry." I shake my head, looking at him through the mirror.

"Yes, because you're better than them, Em." He says.

Better than Taylor swift? Boy, shut the fuck up.

"No I'm not. I'm weird and I make weird jokes and I'm awkward." I say.

"That's what I love about you though. You make everything more fun and it doesn't matter if you're not like my other girlfriends. You make me happy, that's all that matters." He says.

I smile, biting my lip at his words and nodding, feeling my confidence come back from his little pep talk.

"Okay." I nod. "Now get out so I can look all hot for you."

He laughs and I push him out of the bathroom and slam the door. I look back to the mirror and check myself out.

"You can do this." I whisper to myself.

-

I look in the mirror, smoothing out my white dress. I smile, double checking my makeup before letting out a breath and finally opening the door.

Harry looks up at me once I walk out, his lips parting once he takes in my appearance. He smiles, standing up and walking over to me, his hands resting on my hips.

"You look beautiful. Per usual." He smiles down at me.

"We're off to a good start. Don't mess it up." I tease and he nods.