Just You and Me
Wide Open Spaces
-Isabelle's POV-
"You look amazing, love," he says. He's wearing his typical v-neck t-shirt, white this time instead of black, and his black jeans. It's hard not to stare at his messy curls framing his perfect face and his jade green eyes memorizing the curves on my body.
I blush and look down, doing my very best not to fall down the stairs. I'm so clumsy. I always have been. My mother used to put me through dance lessons when I was little, but the teacher 'suggested' I quit because I fell during one of the performances.
I bring my eyes back up to meet Harry's. His green gaze warms me up inside, and my stomach erupts in butterflies. Different butterflies than i get when I'm with Noah, though. Those are innocent, special. I-feel-wanted butterflies. But when I'm with Harry... Oh, those are different. Lustful. They almost make me sick, but I love it. I-feel-needed butterflies.
Don't get me wrong, everyone wants to be wanted. It's all we think about for the majority of our lives, how do I get people to want me? But if you're lucky enough to find someone who makes you feel needed, it's a whole new ballgame.
In a way, Addie made me feel needed. She needed my support, my love, my voice on the phone at 3am. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough to save her.
I push my thoughts away, eager to get on with this date. He may give me butterflies, but that doesn't mean much. Well... For now. The kiss was... Indescribable, but still. I feel like he had two sides to him, the side when he slept over and kissed me, and his asshole side from school. I just hope I don't see the latter for a while.
"Ready to go?" he asks me in his beautiful accent.
"Yes," I say back. Then I see the rose in his hand, and I can see a tiny pinprick of blood on his thumb where he was holding it. I let out a small laugh, trying to hide it unsuccessfully.
He hands me the rose, and I accept it gratefully. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, earning a choruses 'Awww!' from the girls. I forgot they were watching.
He holds his arm out and I take it, as we walk towards his car. I didn't know he had a car, but in my driveway is a newish-looking black pickup truck. Then I notice the rental sign on the back.
"You rented a car!?" I stare at him in disbelief.
"It's necessary for the date, love. You'll see soon enough."
I wonder what he has in store that requires a pickup truck? He's so weird, but I hate to say that I don't mind. It's nice to add a little touch of excitement to my boring life.
He opens my door for me, and slides across the hood of the car to get to his side. "Show off," I mutter under my breath.
As we start to drive, I try and figure out where we're going. Harry turns on the radio and starts to hum. I'm about to ask him to sing for me, but I know he won't so I don't bother. He only sings to me when I'm sad. I consider starting to fake cry just to hear his voice, but the girls will be so disappointed if I ruin their makeup.
Then I recognize the small, old fashioned diner beside the café as we pull into the parking lot.
We walk inside, and the waiter asks if we'd rather eat inside or out. I desperately want to be outside in the fresh air, but inside the diner looks so cute, like it was from the 1950's, so I choose inside.
We we get seated in a small little booth, meant only for two people. Intimate, Styles. Well planned.
A waiter on four-wheeled roller skates comes up to our table. "Can I get you two some drinks to start off with?"
Harry orders an apple juice, and I laugh. Then, I order a chocolate milk and he laughs even harder.
"You can't stay away from chocoalte, can you?" He asks, still laughing.
"I could if I tried, but where's the fun in that?" I say.
We order our foot, I get a grilled cheese sandwich and Harry gets a burger. What can I say, I'm still a child on the inside!
Since every meal comes with a free chocolate milkshake, we split it with two straws. I feel like I'm in a black and white movie.
He pays for the bill, even though I offer to split it. "Nonsense," he says.
He he holds the door open for me as we walk back to the truck. Then, he gets in the car again and motions for me to follow. "This was perfect, Harry. Thank you," I say.
"Oh, it isn't over yet." He drives us to another place, and we park in the parking lot. We walk for a few minutes, and then we get to an open clearing full of music, rides and cotton candy.
"NO WAY, THIS ISNT A CARNIVAL!? OH MY GOD, YOU DIDN'T!" I scream. I haven't been to a carnival since I was seven years old.
He just laughs as we wander around. We get cotton candy, go on a few rides, but he won't go on the Ferris wheel. "Please, Harry," I beg, using my best pouty face.
"Oh, alright," he finally gives it. I tug at his hand under we're in line. "Do we have to?"
"Yes!" I say. "Come on, Styles, are you scared?"
"No" he says as he blushes. He looks away. What is he afraid of?
As we get on, it's soon pretty obvious. "Are you scared of heights, Harry?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "I'm scared of falling."
As we finish off the carnival, it's already getting late. We walk back to the truck. He hops in, and hands me a piece of fabric. Once he sees my confusion, he adds, "It's a blindfold."
"And what on Earth do I need a blindfold for? There's more?"
"It's a surprise," he says as he ties it around my eyes.
Oh god. I hate not knowing what's going on, but at the same time I love having a bit of surprise. This better be good.
We drive for what seems like hours to me, and I can feel the car speeding up and slowing down, turning left and right, until finally the car stops and we arrive at our destination.
"Can I take the blindfold off yet?" I ask. "We were driving for forever! There's no way I'm going to know where I am."
"Not yet. And we only drove eleven and a half minutes," he replies, laughing.
Wow, it seemed like much longer. He grabs my hands and tells me to walk forwards, instructing me when to step up, and it feels like we're on some sort of rough terrain, definitely not suitable for my wedges.
"Can I have a hint?" I beg, the suspense is killing me.
"No. Watch out; there's a rock infront of you."
Since I'm already uncoordinated enough as it is, let alone being blindfolded as well, I trip and fall perfectly into his strong arms. I can feel his biceps contract around me, catching me before I fall on my face. He laughs. "Are you alright, love?" What's up with calling me love every time he says something? Must be a British thing, I think I remmeber Anne saying it as well. I don't mind though, it's cute.
"I'm fine," I say through gritted teeth. "Just clumsy."
"I can tell."
I swat at his chest, or where I think his chest is, and he laughs again. It's such a nice sound.
After another few minutes, we finally reach wherever we are going. I feel his breath on my face right before he leans in and lightly brushes his lips against mine. I feel the smallest spark of warmth run through me before he pulls away and takes off the blindfold. Tease.
My eyes start to wander around, and I'm amazed. We're standing on top of a grassy cliff that looks out over all of Lakewood. The view is absolutely stunning.
"Where are we?!" I ask.
He smiles. "It's a secret," he says mischievously.
I roll my eyes. I can't decide where to look, at the beautiful view or at the beautiful Harry.
The sun starts to set over the ocean, and Harry puts his arm around me. "It's so beautiful," I whisper, gazing over the wide open spaces infront of me.
"Almost as beautiful as you," he says back with a smirk. I know it's so cheesy, but I can't help but blush at his words.
But I still wonder, why do we need a pickup truck? "Harry, what's the truck for?" I ask, very curious now.
"Enjoy the sunset, love. You'll see soon enough," he says as he leans in to kiss me.
"You look amazing, love," he says. He's wearing his typical v-neck t-shirt, white this time instead of black, and his black jeans. It's hard not to stare at his messy curls framing his perfect face and his jade green eyes memorizing the curves on my body.
I blush and look down, doing my very best not to fall down the stairs. I'm so clumsy. I always have been. My mother used to put me through dance lessons when I was little, but the teacher 'suggested' I quit because I fell during one of the performances.
I bring my eyes back up to meet Harry's. His green gaze warms me up inside, and my stomach erupts in butterflies. Different butterflies than i get when I'm with Noah, though. Those are innocent, special. I-feel-wanted butterflies. But when I'm with Harry... Oh, those are different. Lustful. They almost make me sick, but I love it. I-feel-needed butterflies.
Don't get me wrong, everyone wants to be wanted. It's all we think about for the majority of our lives, how do I get people to want me? But if you're lucky enough to find someone who makes you feel needed, it's a whole new ballgame.
In a way, Addie made me feel needed. She needed my support, my love, my voice on the phone at 3am. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough to save her.
I push my thoughts away, eager to get on with this date. He may give me butterflies, but that doesn't mean much. Well... For now. The kiss was... Indescribable, but still. I feel like he had two sides to him, the side when he slept over and kissed me, and his asshole side from school. I just hope I don't see the latter for a while.
"Ready to go?" he asks me in his beautiful accent.
"Yes," I say back. Then I see the rose in his hand, and I can see a tiny pinprick of blood on his thumb where he was holding it. I let out a small laugh, trying to hide it unsuccessfully.
He hands me the rose, and I accept it gratefully. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, earning a choruses 'Awww!' from the girls. I forgot they were watching.
He holds his arm out and I take it, as we walk towards his car. I didn't know he had a car, but in my driveway is a newish-looking black pickup truck. Then I notice the rental sign on the back.
"You rented a car!?" I stare at him in disbelief.
"It's necessary for the date, love. You'll see soon enough."
I wonder what he has in store that requires a pickup truck? He's so weird, but I hate to say that I don't mind. It's nice to add a little touch of excitement to my boring life.
He opens my door for me, and slides across the hood of the car to get to his side. "Show off," I mutter under my breath.
As we start to drive, I try and figure out where we're going. Harry turns on the radio and starts to hum. I'm about to ask him to sing for me, but I know he won't so I don't bother. He only sings to me when I'm sad. I consider starting to fake cry just to hear his voice, but the girls will be so disappointed if I ruin their makeup.
Then I recognize the small, old fashioned diner beside the café as we pull into the parking lot.
We walk inside, and the waiter asks if we'd rather eat inside or out. I desperately want to be outside in the fresh air, but inside the diner looks so cute, like it was from the 1950's, so I choose inside.
We we get seated in a small little booth, meant only for two people. Intimate, Styles. Well planned.
A waiter on four-wheeled roller skates comes up to our table. "Can I get you two some drinks to start off with?"
Harry orders an apple juice, and I laugh. Then, I order a chocolate milk and he laughs even harder.
"You can't stay away from chocoalte, can you?" He asks, still laughing.
"I could if I tried, but where's the fun in that?" I say.
We order our foot, I get a grilled cheese sandwich and Harry gets a burger. What can I say, I'm still a child on the inside!
Since every meal comes with a free chocolate milkshake, we split it with two straws. I feel like I'm in a black and white movie.
He pays for the bill, even though I offer to split it. "Nonsense," he says.
He he holds the door open for me as we walk back to the truck. Then, he gets in the car again and motions for me to follow. "This was perfect, Harry. Thank you," I say.
"Oh, it isn't over yet." He drives us to another place, and we park in the parking lot. We walk for a few minutes, and then we get to an open clearing full of music, rides and cotton candy.
"NO WAY, THIS ISNT A CARNIVAL!? OH MY GOD, YOU DIDN'T!" I scream. I haven't been to a carnival since I was seven years old.
He just laughs as we wander around. We get cotton candy, go on a few rides, but he won't go on the Ferris wheel. "Please, Harry," I beg, using my best pouty face.
"Oh, alright," he finally gives it. I tug at his hand under we're in line. "Do we have to?"
"Yes!" I say. "Come on, Styles, are you scared?"
"No" he says as he blushes. He looks away. What is he afraid of?
As we get on, it's soon pretty obvious. "Are you scared of heights, Harry?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "I'm scared of falling."
As we finish off the carnival, it's already getting late. We walk back to the truck. He hops in, and hands me a piece of fabric. Once he sees my confusion, he adds, "It's a blindfold."
"And what on Earth do I need a blindfold for? There's more?"
"It's a surprise," he says as he ties it around my eyes.
Oh god. I hate not knowing what's going on, but at the same time I love having a bit of surprise. This better be good.
We drive for what seems like hours to me, and I can feel the car speeding up and slowing down, turning left and right, until finally the car stops and we arrive at our destination.
"Can I take the blindfold off yet?" I ask. "We were driving for forever! There's no way I'm going to know where I am."
"Not yet. And we only drove eleven and a half minutes," he replies, laughing.
Wow, it seemed like much longer. He grabs my hands and tells me to walk forwards, instructing me when to step up, and it feels like we're on some sort of rough terrain, definitely not suitable for my wedges.
"Can I have a hint?" I beg, the suspense is killing me.
"No. Watch out; there's a rock infront of you."
Since I'm already uncoordinated enough as it is, let alone being blindfolded as well, I trip and fall perfectly into his strong arms. I can feel his biceps contract around me, catching me before I fall on my face. He laughs. "Are you alright, love?" What's up with calling me love every time he says something? Must be a British thing, I think I remmeber Anne saying it as well. I don't mind though, it's cute.
"I'm fine," I say through gritted teeth. "Just clumsy."
"I can tell."
I swat at his chest, or where I think his chest is, and he laughs again. It's such a nice sound.
After another few minutes, we finally reach wherever we are going. I feel his breath on my face right before he leans in and lightly brushes his lips against mine. I feel the smallest spark of warmth run through me before he pulls away and takes off the blindfold. Tease.
My eyes start to wander around, and I'm amazed. We're standing on top of a grassy cliff that looks out over all of Lakewood. The view is absolutely stunning.
"Where are we?!" I ask.
He smiles. "It's a secret," he says mischievously.
I roll my eyes. I can't decide where to look, at the beautiful view or at the beautiful Harry.
The sun starts to set over the ocean, and Harry puts his arm around me. "It's so beautiful," I whisper, gazing over the wide open spaces infront of me.
"Almost as beautiful as you," he says back with a smirk. I know it's so cheesy, but I can't help but blush at his words.
But I still wonder, why do we need a pickup truck? "Harry, what's the truck for?" I ask, very curious now.
"Enjoy the sunset, love. You'll see soon enough," he says as he leans in to kiss me.
Notes
Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed part one of the Isabarry date!! One quick question: do you like having Harry's POV or would you rather I keep it all in Isabelle's? Personally I like seeing what's up in Harry's mind as well, but since im writing this story for all of you to read, please let me know! :)
Waking up and seeing another comment and subscriber means so much to me. Please keep it up! <3
thanks lovelies, another update coming later on today. Maybe even two if you all leave comments, rate and I get another subscriber! ;) xx
Oh I miss this story so much!
2/22/16