6 o’clock the next day

“Rosieeee” I wined “you are doing anything but helping right now” I sulked as she mocked my nervousness. Yes, I was extremely nervous. One might be mistaken, and think that me and Harry are quite familiar with each other; that we know each other well, and just dislike one another. But no, in fact it is not like that at all. We don’t know each other very well and on our few encounters, we haven’t been on the best of terms. The times that we have been alone together (which I can count on one hand) we have been either crying, angry, or humiliating the other *cough* Harry, yes, I still hold a grudge. I had a dress in either hand and was begging for her decision on one or the other but she found making fun of me way more amusing.

“Calm your tits woman” she laughed “I think…the black one, black like your heart” she said thinking she was so hilarious. I’m not finding it so.

“Back like your soul bitch” I said with a smug look, she sticks her tongue out at me “I win” I say cockily.

“On a serious note though, calm down” she said with a nice smile “let me do your makeup”
I nodded happily, I love it when people do my makeup, it’s really relaxing and since Rosie was pretty good at it, I had no obligations on letting her do this. My eyeliner would probably be wonky if I did it because of the shake in my hands. One she had finished, I looked in the mirror for the grand reveal and was more than content with my look. I gave her a thank you hug and turned the straighteners on ready to fix my hair and went into the bathroom to quickly change. Once I entered back into the room, she has the straighteners in her hand.

“You don’t have to do my hair as well Rosie” I said with a smile, she was the greatest friend you could ask for really.

“Well you have…” she looked at her phone “seventeen minutes to be completely ready so I think you should graciously accept my offer and hurry the fuck up” she said with a laugh, I really loved this girl. I sat in the chair in front of our mirror and she did my hair quickly but well. I stood up from the chair and grabbed my purse. I slipped my phone and some money inside along with our house key and I was ready to go. There was a knock at the door.
I gave off a frightened noise “don’t let the mean man take me Rosie” I mocked to hide my actual terror.

“Quick go, be safe, no sex” I gave her a ‘really’ look, “well fine have sex with him if he initiates” she winked and I rolled my eyes as I opened the door.

“Hey” I say kind of awkwardly

“Hello Daisy, you look really nice” he said sincerely

“Keep it in your pants Styles” Rosie shouted out from the bed before I could thank him. I rolled my eyes at her and he laughed. I shut the door behind me and walked down the corridor beside him. We tried our best to keep the conversation flowing because otherwise it would’ve been awkward. We definitely weren’t at the point of comfortable silence.

“So where are we going tonight” I asked cheerily.

“you’ll see” he said with a smirk

“Well it better be good now Styles, I’m expecting to be swept off of my feet” I say cockily

“I’m not nervous” he said confidently “I may or may not have pulled out all the stops for you” he added, still smiling at me.

“Now, why would you go to all this effort for me” I said playfully

“Because” at this point his tone had changed and we were no longer being playful with each other. He was being serious now. “I’m making an effort” he smiled lightly.

“Why?” I questioned, I hadn’t intended for the conversation to take such a turn but it did, he turned to me and took both of my wrists in each of his hands, he came down to my level and looked me square in the eye. His eyes flickered from mine to my mouth, then to every feature
of my face making me feel so self-conscious.

“How do you not see yourself as being good enough?” he whispered, still staring at me. I looked down to the floor, because I’m not I thought. No matter how much of an ass harry was, girls would still do anything to be with him, because of his looks. It’s never going to matter that I’m an alright person, because at the end of the day, whether it is politically correct or not, way too many things come down to someone’s exterior appearance, and it just so happens
that mine isn’t great.

“I’m never enough, Harry” I said a few tears threatening to fall, but I wouldn’t let them, I wouldn’t let insecurities get the better of me, I have spent way too much of my short life worrying about not being perfect, and now I’m finally starting to get over it, I’m not going back to square one.

“How can you not see it, how can you not see how beautiful you are” he embraced me, embedding his head into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent. My stomach did flips as I tried to contain myself, the things Harry did to me by merely hugging me were improper to say the least. I took this time, whilst he wasn’t looking at me to blink my tears away and collect myself. He pulled back and reached his hand out for me to take it.

“Come on, we’re almost there” he said and I accepted his offer. Interlocking our finger as we walked side by side. We crossed the road and entered a forest area, a little ways in I saw a beautiful tent with a welcome mat at the front. Inside there was a sofa and loads of pillows and blankets.

“We have arrived my dear” I stare at him in awe of the beautiful tipi style tent. “After you” he said gesturing for me to go inside. I shuffled my feet on the mat and entered he tent. It was warmer than expected due to the heater at the side and had a table set up with two chairs and a meal. It truly was wonderful, he really had pulled out all the stops. I was nearly speechless.

“You” I stumbled for my words “you did all this” I ask amazed

“With the help of Nialler, but it was my idea” he said “do you like it?” he asked slowly hoping for a positive reaction”

“Oh, I love it, I really do, you didn’t have to do all this I would’ve been fine with dinner” I said to him, trying to seem as thankful as possible, because what he had done was way over the top, but I must admit, he was starting to convince me.

We sat down at the table and ate a lovely meal that he ensured me he cooked. The conversation was light and fluid, but there was definitely more serious things we need to talk about.

“Now that you are finished with your dinner my Lady, will you join me over by the ‘blanket and pillow area’” he said in a serious voice making me giggle.

“I wouldn’t love anything more” I said. This got me thinking, how have I made such a transition from hating this boy to fancying him but never admitting it to thinking we might actually have a chance together. We sat down next to each other wrapped up in blankets and propped up on many pillows. I tried to push my thoughts aside, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“What are you thinking about” he said gently, dammit, busted!

“Nothing really” I lied hoping that he didn’t notice

“You know it’s rude to lie Daisy” he said jokingly “but whatever I won’t pry” fine if he wanted the truth I’ll give it.

“Where is this going Harry?” I ask him and look him in the eyes

“Where do you want it to go” I look away thinking about what he meant by his question, where do I want this to go?

Notes

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