Jay's POV

Harry called me. I almost dropped my towel that was wrapped around me since I just got out of the shower. I still had shampoo in my ears and it really bothered me but oh my gosh what happened to me? I actually got Harry Styles to call me!
"Hey Harry!" I answered him.
"What are you up to today?"
"Not much actually, I didn't have any specific plans, you?"
"I wanted to ask you if umm..." I heard some voices coming from his background. It was someone's singing.
"Hey who's that singing?"
"Oh, it's just Niall, he has been singing all day long."
"So what did you want to ask me?" I was so stupid, I shouldn't have interrupted him oh God, Jay, you're such a loser!
"Oh yeah, umm, I was wondering, would you like to go to an amusement park with me?" The singing became louder and louder. At some point it was so loud I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. Then Harry screamed "Niall, for God's sake can't you see I'm talking on the phone? Really, mate, could you be at least quiet?" The singing stopped.
"Well? What do you say? Are you coming with me?"
"Yeah, it should be fun."
"So I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Sure, see you then."
"See you."
When I hung up the first thing that I saw were Meg, Sarah and Dora staring at me with curiosity in their eyes. Shit, now they’re going to demand to hear every detail.

Harry's POV

When she said she'll go with me I was so happy, I couldn't wipe that smile off my face. I planned what I was going to wear all day. I totally forgot about all the work we had to do for filming our new music video, our new album, the new photo shoot with some models, interviews… I really did not want to think about all that stuff, for once, I wanted to be a normal person getting ready for a date. I guess that will not be possible for me. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't apply for The X Factor. Would I still be working in the bakery? Would I have new friends? Would I still be in the “White Eskimo”? Would I have a girlfriend, get another tattoo, be a virgin? So many things would be different, but this is my life now and it is pretty awesome.
Louis is downstairs making us dinner and singing at the same time. He’s singing very loudly so he interrupted my deep thinking. Liam is in the living room watching cartoons with Niall. I should join them, SpongeBob is on soon. I bumped into Zayn while sliding down the handrail so he fell backwards onto his ass. I almost fell on him, so I started laughing more than I should have. I couldn't help myself. When he didn't say a word, I started to worry. I leaned over him and asked “You alright mate?” He didn't move. “Zayn?! Are you okay?” Still no answer. I was in shock. Then he opened his eyes and smiled. “I’m okay, man, it was just a joke.” I was furious. He saw it and I punched him in his shoulder with my fist and said “IT WASN'T FUNNY, ZAYN, I ALMOST DIED!” He just laughed. UGH! When I jumped on the couch, I accidentally sat on Liam’s leg. He started yelling at me and I just kept repeating how sorry I was. Man, I thought this day would be great, but it’s lame. I still don’t know what I’ll say to Jay when I meet her today. God, I’m bad at dating. We sat on the couch and watched those two episodes of SpongeBob. Then I went on tumblr to get my mind of things that stressed me out today. I was scrolling through my dashboard (I have an account where I pretend to be a boy directioner so that I get a better look into the fandom) and I saw a picture from last night. There were Jay and I. Dancing really close to each other, and I’m looking at her as if she’s a goddess. I liked that picture and reblogged it. It’s a nice picture. Then I saw another picture of us. Kissing! Oh my Goodness! I can’t believe they caught us! Shit, this shouldn't be on internet. What if she gets hate? Of course, I didn't have to read comments to see that some fans already give her hate. There were all kinds of comments. Some of them were nice (“She’s gorgeous God why can’t I be her” “Perf asdfghjkl; please I want her legs” “Beauty! I would ship them totally”) and some of them were really, really gross (“WHAT? Another one? Harry you should stop” “She’s so ugly, she doesn't deserve him” “Slut! Go kill yourself, or I will!”). I feel terrible, how could I have let this happen?
“Lou?” I called out.
“Hmm?” I heard Lou answering from the kitchen.
“I need your help about something.” I carried my laptop to the kitchen table so I can show him those photos.
He leaned over to see them.
“Oh you two look so nice. Oh, oh my, you’re busted. What are you planning on doing now?”
“Lou, you haven’t seen the comments.”
“Are they good or bad?”
I clicked on the “show more” button and turned to the sink.
He didn't say a thing. He just put his hand on my shoulder. “Harry, this happened before, it’ll all go well. There’s nothing to worry about. We've been through this so many times.”
I just nodded. I didn't know what to say. Eventually, it’ll all be okay, but now what? Should I keep seeing her? I want to see her, but what about her? Would she still want to see me when she sees this hate?
“Should I tell her about this?” I was torn and confused.
“I don’t know, man. Maybe, if you think it’s right.”
I should tell her…later. Now I have to get ready for the date. After taking a shower, I put on a normal white t-shirt and beige pants. I haven’t worn those pants in ages, but it felt great to be in them again. After all, they’re one of few pants that don’t stop the blood circulation in my legs. I took Louis’ jacket because it was so cold outside; there was a possibility of snowing. When I got to the door, the boys wished me luck. I really hope that I won’t mess up something.
I felt relieved when my car started. I was about to take a gorgeous girl on a date, it shouldn't be a problem for me, right? I know how to talk to girls casually. I can handle it. Then why am I sweating this much, and why are my hands shaking?