Harry's POV

This is really happening. She's letting me kiss her. I feel her hesitation when her lips meet mine on mine, but with my persistence, she soon responds. I gently place a hand on her waist and she rests her arms around my neck. This is the fastest my heart's ever gone. Not my X Factor audition, award ceremonies, or concerts made my heart race like this.

I could stay like this forever, but all good things come to an end. Dakota breaks away first and pushes a strand of hair away from her face, a blush clear on her cheeks along with her smile. I mirror her lips knowing I made her do that. I made her smile. "Harry. I, um, uh." She stammers. "That was-"

"Incredible," I finish for her and she blushes harder.

She covers her face in her hands and shakes her head which makes me confused. What's going on in her pretty little head? Her eyes look up to meet mine and that amazement has faded. What happened? She was just smiling a second ago, but whatever she felt is gone. Fear plays across her features when she stands and continues to set the table.

"Harry, you have to understand that what just happened, can't transpire ever again," She says placing a plate in front of me. What did she just say? I stand up and place the chairs back in their original positions. She stops to turn to me. “If people saw us together-”

I cut her off, “Dakota. When will you learn that what other people think isn’t important.” I sigh and walk up to her. Without a giving a warning, I plant my lips against hers letting her feelings take control. She struggles against me for a second before kissing back. I knew she felt something. My senses are on overdrive when we touch. I just can’t stop with her. But I have to. Unlike last time, I pull away leaving her to miss the warm touch.

“Harry-”

“Let me take you on one date,” I intervene. If she’s just going to forget about it, let me relish it for a moment more. Let me have this for one more day. I see it in her eyes. She wants this too, but there’s that part clinging to past saying no. She may not this, but those little things make me fall for her even more. Like the way her eyes shine when she smiles and how she bites her lip when she’s nervous. Especially when she tries to hide her smile, but ends up with a full blown grin.

She bites her lip making me smile. God that’s cute. “I don’t know Harry. What if people find out-”

“Who cares?” I grab her hands and kiss both of her hands. She tries to hide her smile by pinching her lips together. “Dakota. Please. I don’t care what people think and you shouldn’t either. Please. Just one date.” I look directly in her eyes to get the message across. “If you still think we can’t try, then I won’t push any further. I’ll stay your friend.” Even if it’ll hurt like hell.

For a moment, I think she’s going to reject me. Leaving to wallow in my discontent. I look down and close my eyes while running my thumbs over her knuckles. “Fine.” My eyes fly open to catch her with a half smile. “Might as well.”

I engulf her in a bone crushing hug with her giggling. Giggling. She pats my back awkwardly before I release her. “Thank you.” I say and peck her cheek. "I'll text you later about our date. Right now, I'm pretty sure they're wondering what's taking us so long." She nods and starts to head out. I walk towards the living room while she walks the oter way. "Wait." She stops and turns around. "Where are you going?"

She responds, "I don't eat with my boss. He makes me stay in my room, but go have a nice time. See you on Saturday." She smiles a little before walking the rest of the way.

Dakota's POV

Dear Diary,
They say dreams have a message behind them. That they can tell the future or reveal hidden thoughts or feelings. In some ways, it's true. Last night, I dreamt of Harry. That one day, we'd be together. I believed it would never happen. Then, in the real world, he kissed me. Me. Out of all the girls, he kisses me. If this means we'll be together, I don't want it to happen. In the end, he'll leave me for a prettier and more stable barbie who knows where they're going while I rot in the corner with tears. Why I agreed to the date is a mystery. The things that boy makes me feel.
-Dakota

I push blow on the ink so it won't stick to the previous page before shutting it. Harry and the rest of the only people that care about me are having lunch with the man who keeps me broken. Harry thinks he can fix me, but I know he can't. No one can. Though it's worth a shot. Gives me something to look back on.
My phone buzzes and check the screen. A reminder to pick up the demon spawn. Dammit. Today's the day Stephanie has her friends over. Should I warn them? Yes. No. Yes. No. Um. Maybe. Just for Harry and Zayn. And sort of Liam. I put my phone back in my pocket and stand up. What would Blaine do if I interrupted them? Would he- you know. Maybe I can-

Knock Knock

I walk over to the door and reveal Louis. I look up to meet his eyes and say, "Hi Louis. Can I help you?"
"Blaine wanted me to remind you to pick up Stephanie," He says with his never fading smile. People like him and Niall are who I envy. He is naturally happy even during the worst situations possible. He always has that smile that seems to say 'I love life.'

Funny thing about smiles. You can always tell whether a smile is genuine. When you truly mean a smile, the sides of your eyes will crinkle. It's involuntary. Even with all the botox you can get, the crinkles will come. There's a lot of things you can notice when you're on the sidelines. Like how your pupils dilate when you see someone you like or how the longest lasting relationships in high school are fake.

"I was about to leave," I murmur and step out of my room. "You guys should too. Today, she's bringing her friends over." He scoffs. I see he remembers them. "Bye Louis,” I mutter before walking past him.
“I’m actually coming with you,” He adds and catches up to me. I take the hallway to the garage and grab the keys to one of the many sports cars they don’t need. Stephanie refuses to be seen in my ‘ugly tomboy’ car. In other words, a Jeep. “Can I drive?”

I look over to him and hand him the keys. I hear him mutter a yes and scamper to the blue Mercedes-Benz. I crack a very small smile at his childishness. I can’t even remember that last time I was childish. Under my circumstances, I had to grow up. If no one took care of me, then I did.

“Hurry up Dakota!” Louis shouts, making me cringe. Didn’t have to shout. I quickened my pace, fearing what Blaine would do if he found I angered one of his guests. I sit down in the passenger’s seat as he starts up the car.

“Sorry,” I whisper and buckle the seatbelt. He smiles sheepishly and pulls out of the garage. “Take a left,” I direct him. The first quiet minutes leave me uncomfortable until he turns on the radio. Miss Movin On by Fifth Harmony comes on and I automatically turn the channel. I hate that song. And of course, Best Song Ever comes on and Louis puts it full blast. God, my ears. It’s not that I hate this song, but it’s insanely loud.

“And we danced all night to the Best Song Ever!” Louis sings at the top of his lungs. “We knew every line, now I can’t remember! How it goes but I know, that I won’t forget her! Cos we danced all night to the Best Song Ever!” The smile on his face when his face when he sings puts all the others to shame. It’s good that he found the thing he was meant to do.

“Why are you staring at me?” He laughs as Liam’s solo plays.

I shrug and look out the window, “You look so happy when you sing. Just like Harry.”

“Well, I am one fifth of the biggest boy band on the planet sweetheart,” He says. “It’s what I love. Don’t you have anything you love?”

I shake my head. “I only have my journal and what’s left of my sanity.”

He shakes his head laughing softly. His solo comes up and he sings again. I watch him intently as his smile grows, “You know, I know, you know, I’ll remember you. I know, you know, I hope you’ll remember me.”

“You have a nice voice,” I tell him and fiddle with my thumbs. He thanks me and I point to the right for him to turn. “It must be nice with your life. You have a family, a job you love, a girlfriend, four friends that travel with you everywhere. I only have myself."

"Now that's not true," he says pulling into the school parking lot. He turns to me with his smile proud on his face. "You have me, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry." He snickers. "Especially Harry. That boy is head over heels for you."

I know he loves me. Niall told me, Harry admitted it, and now Louis's adding to it. Without a response, I watch as Stephanie get in the car with two of her friends laughing about the latest gossip. "I mean seriously," one of her friends say, "North West? Stupidest baby name ever."

"Hey dumba-" Before Stephanie finishes her sentence, they all break out into fan girling. "Louis bloody Tomlinson!"

"Um, last time I checked, my middle name was William. Not bloody," He says and pulls out of the parking lot. "Now, what were you going to say to my dear friend, Dakota."

I smile. He called me his friend. They ignore me and start giggling again. This is going to be a long ride. Even with my 'friend' beside me, I feel like no one.

"Hey Dakota," Louis says making the girls stop. They give a 'WTF' look. I back up to the corner where the door and seat come close to meeting to get away from the attention. "Where'd you get the jacket? Harry told me he took you shopping, but I didn't think he'd get our stuff."

I shrug, "He just wanted me to wear new things. He knew I always wear jackets so he took that advantage." He chuckles. "He got one for each one of you." He shook his head trying to hide his laughter. A small smile appears on my face as he laughs. It's nice having someone like him around. Happy and care free. Why can't I be like that?

"Next time, wear the one for me," He says and pulls into the garage. "Remember, mine and Liam's start the same, but on the back is Tomlinson."

I smile and nod, "Will do, Louis. Bye."

"Wait!" He yells as the girls leave and I'm about to. I stop along with the hopeful girls. He's talking to me idiots. "Stephanie." She squeals and nods her head vigorously. "Tell your dad we're borrowing a car. I'm gonna take Dakota out for a drive." Her jaw drops along with mine. He wants to hang out with me? Just us two? Wow. "C'mon Kota." Did he just call me Kota?

I glance at the grumpy girls behind me and close the door again. "Let's go before they make me stay," I tell him and he nods.

"Bye!" He yells cheerfully before speeding out of the garage.

Wow. I've had alone with with Zayn, Harry, and Niall. Now Louis. Who's gonna have a talk with me next? Liam?