I looked one last time in the mirror making sure my outfit was perfect. I reapplied some lipstick to make the red pop. I rustled with my brown waves, and sighed.

Z you look awesome. Let’s just go already.

I smiled in the mirror and grabbed my clutch, stuffing it with my wallet. I kept my phone with me in case Harry texted or called.

Ever since I gave him my number, we’ve been texting non-stop. We talked about random stuff that just came up in conversation.
I learned Harry’s full name, Harry Edward Styles. He’s 19, and has the same birthday as me! February 1, 1993! And he was born right here in Cheshire.

My full name is Zoella Elizabeth Tomlinson. I was born in the Bronx, New York, but moved in with my older brother and mother, in Cheshire when I was about 5. The American accent kinda stuck with me. I have brown eyes, and natural brown hair.

I ran downstairs, grabbed my car keys and headed for the door hoping Louis wouldn’t see me.

I spoke too soon because an arm was laid in front of my chest stopping me.

“And where are you going?” Louis asked me with his cold eyes, quite like mine, shooting daggers at me.

“Out with a friend” I said truthfully. He still didn’t budge.

“Which friend?” he asked stiffing his chest. I sighed.

“A friend I just met yesterday at the bakery.” I said. I turned back to head out the door, but Louis put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.

“What’s her name?” he asked me. I gulped as if a waterfall was running down my throat.

“Harry” I choked out in a whisper. He looked at me, this time disappointed.

“Aren’t you dating Zayn?” he asked me with a frown. I froze at his name. That douche. Memories were flooding back.

“I-I broke up with him. He was ‘talking’ to Sandy a lot.” I said as Louis’ face beamed with joy.

“You finally got over him! And you just noticed that he and Sandy were dating! I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but you liked him. And I knew you would hate me for it.” He said. I planted a wide smile on my face. I pulled him into a hug.

“I love you!” I said to him. He smiled back.

“I love you too, Z. Now go to your date.” He winked.

“It’s not a date…” I mumbled on my way out the door. I hopped in my car, and turned on the radio.

Mama told me not to waste my life. She said spread your wings, my little butterfly. Don’t let what they say, keep you up at night.

I then heard my phone go off, and I looked down to see who it was. Harry. I answered.

“Hey Harry, what’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing much, I just got at the theater, you coming soon?” he asked. I felt guilty.

“Yeah I’m on my way. Sorry my brother was holding me up with questions and- long story short I’ll be there soon!” I said. We said our goodbyes, and hung up.
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I got there in no time. Thankfully, there was no traffic.
I walked towards the theater, and was greeted by similar green eyes.

“Hello, love. You look beautiful.” He complimented.

I linked my arm with his. I smiled, and he smiled back.

“And you look charming yourself.” I said, and he chuckled.
We entered the theater together, our arms still linked.
“So what movie did you chose, to watch?” I asked looking at his emerald orbs. He chuckled.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Why don’t you get us some snacks while I get the tickets?” he said in a deep husky voice. I got butterflies in my stomach.

“Okay.” I whispered