I woke up feeling like absolute shit. Jet lag is a bitch. I rolled over to face the alarm clock on my nightstand. I was extremely surprised when it read 4:47 pm. Just then, I heard a slight creek from the door and my obnoxious mom walked in the room.
“Stella! Get up right now! You have a date in an hour!” she yelled. I rolled my eyes and turned back on my side to continue sleeping.
“I actually have a date in an hour and thirteen minutes, to be exact,” I said sleepily.
“Get your smart-ass out of bed and go get ready!” she turned and left the room. I groaned, partially because I’m being forced to go on a date with an asshole, and partially because I hate it when my parents barge in my room and leave without closing the door.
I rose slowly from my bed and went straight to my closet. I flipped through shirts like magazine pages. After what seemed like an eternity, I found an adorable white, lacey top. I tucked the shirt into a black skirt that fell to my fingertips and paired the cute outfit with bright red heels and a matching red handbag. Why I was getting so dressed up for this date is a mystery to me. I don’t even like Harry. I don’t know why I feel the need to look nice.
Glancing back at the clock, I saw I had 32 minutes left. I walked to my bathroom and began to do my hair. I braided all of it into a crown-like hairstyle and pulled a few strands of hair from the front and curled them. When I was satisfied with my hair, I moved on to my makeup. I decided to go with a natural look, so I just put on mascara, some eyeliner, and red lipstick that matched my handbag and shoes. I then retreated back to my own room and walked straight to the jewelry tree sat atop my dresser. I routinely chose my necklace featuring a white paper airplane. My favorite necklace, and by far my most important. I’m not really one for conceit or narcissism, but DAYYYYMMMM I looked hot. Just while I was tidying up my look, the doorbell rang. I jumped slightly, and I surprisingly felt excited. That is, until I remembered who I was going out with. I groaned slightly at the thought.
I could hear faint noises coming from downstairs, most likely my dad asking Harry more about himself. He is just so nosey sometimes.
“Stella, honey, Harry is here!” my mom called to me.
I took a deep breath and glanced at myself once more in the mirror. For some reason, my bit of self-confidence and conceit disappeared. I was feeling more self cautious now that I looked at myself. I groaned, but decided to disregard it. I don’t even like Harry. Why should I care what he thinks of me?
I slowly walked to the top of the creaky stairs and paused when I saw him. He was gorgeous. He wore black jeans and a black collared shirt with a black coat that suited him perfectly. His red scarf with a gold pattern hung lightly around his neck. His hair was styled messily, but in a perfect messy way-like he shook it and ran his hair through it. But… I don’t know. Perfectly.
He was still talking to my parents with his back turned to me, and he looked to me when he heard the stairs creaking. When our eyes met, I felt his shiny, glimmering, green orbs look straight through me, like they knew everything about me. They sent butterflies to my stomach and blush to my cheeks. Their glistening made my knees weak. A sudden smile surprisingly flashed onto my face and I began to descend the stairs, not losing eye contact with the beautiful creature standing before me. When I reached the last step, Harry offered me his hand, which I accepted.
“You look… Gorgeous. Beautiful. Amazing…” he said with a smile. I could already feel the blush rushing to my entire face. Embarrassing.
“Ok, well you guys have a good time, now,” my mom said with a wink.
“We will, I can assure you,” Harry confirmed, but without the usual assumed smirk. Probably because my parents wouldn’t approve of sexual passes toward their 18 year old daughter.
“Well, your mother and I will also be going on a date, so I am trusting you to be responsible and keep the doors locked, you know. The usual protocol,” my dad instructed.
“Alright, will do,” I said. I grabbed my black sweater from the hanger and slid it onto my arms. Harry pulled me to the door and opened it like a gentleman and gestured for me to walk outside. I took my first step into the chilly weather and immediately shivered. I heard the door click behind me and I turned to face Harry. His lips unexpectedly crashed into mine and my back met the wall as he pushed me into it. I winced at the pain that surged from my back. I pushed him off of me and looked to see the smirk. Ugh.
“What in the literal, actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hissed at him.
“Sorry, love. Couldn’t help myself. Especially not while you’re wearing those clothes,” he grinned. Oh, how I wanted to slap that smug grin off his face. It’s a patronizing, degrading form of sexism, and it bugs the hell out of me.
“Well I didn’t wear these clothes to be lip-raped by you,” I said, while we walked to the car.
“Lip-raped?” he asked with a confused expression on his face.
“Yeah. It’s a thing. ‘Cause I just made it up. It’s the act of being kissed without consent or willingness,” I sassily glared at him. We reached the car, and he politely opened the door for me.
“Hmm. Lip-raped,” he said. I climbed into the car swiftly and tucked my skirt under my bottom for precaution. He closed the door with a smirk and walked around to the right door of the car.
He got in the car and started the ignition. The radio blasted 5 Seconds of Summer-She Looks So Perfect. (A/N: 5SOS does exist, just not One Direction) I jammed out to the song for about 6.7 seconds before it was rudely changed to some stupid rap song. Harry sung along, keeping his eyes focused on the road. He glanced at me with a smug smile spread across his face. I changed the station back to the 5SOS song. He immediately changed it back to his rap. I once again changed the radio back to ‘She Looks So Perfect’, this time keeping my hand on the stereo. He effortlessly pushed my hand aside and switched the station with a smirk. I aggressively try to pry his hand off the radio, without success. I punched his arm, but it did nothing.
“You know, you’re not supposed to touch drivers while they are driving. It’s dangerous,” he smirkily said.
“You know, keeping your hand there and not changing the song back to one of the best songs in the world ever is even more dangerous,” I said, still trying to remove his hand.
He chuckled lightly at my remark and finally changed the station.
“And I know now, that I’m so down (hey hey).” The last verse of the song played.
“Oooh you don’t even know how much I hate you right now! You made me miss the entire song because of your stubbornness! That song is my jam! UGH!” I punched him in the arm again.
“You’ve got a pretty strong arm there, for a girl your size. You can really pack a punch,” he said with a light laugh.
“Don’t even talk to me,” I said angrily, but with a small smile.
The next song began to play, and my face lit up and I started singing along when I recognized it.
“Check yes Juliet, are you with me. Rain is falling down on the sid-“ My singing was interrupted when the rap station serenaded the car’s speakers.
“Oh my Lord Baby Jesus! I swear, Harry- wait! What’s your middle name?” I asked.
“Edward,” he laughed with a grin.
“Ok.” I cleared my throat. “Harry Edward Styles, I will personally punch you in the throat and push you off the cliff to hell of you don’t change it back to that song RIGHT NOW!” I yelled.
“Wow, that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Harry chuckled.
“Change it!” I said. I saw his smirk still on his face. I sighed. It’s time to pull out the big guns. “Please?” I said, with puppy-dog eyes.
“That is quite literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. How could I say no?” Harry finally changed the radio station back to Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings and I continued to jam out, singing every verse. Harry joined in mid-song, and we sang, looking into each other’s eyes.
I was engulfed by his gaze, those perfectly emerald-green orbs that pause time and everything around me. The eyes that I can’t deny access into my heart and soul. His stare is one tha-
My thoughts were cut off by a loud horn and bright lights plummeting toward our vehicle.

Notes

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