How Did This Happen?

Date With Harry Styles

The minute I got back to my apartment, I found a pillow, held it to my face, and screamed.  I just couldn't help it.  Freaking Harry Styles was taking me on a date.  I went into my bathroom, and flipped on the light.

"Oh, God."  I said, staring at my reflection.  Did I really go out like this?  My hair was pulled into a messy bun, and my cheeks were pink from the wind.  I was wearing my sweatpants and an old tee shirt.  I decided to go ahead and take a shower, and pick out my clothes.  I opened up my closet and groaned.  What was I going to wear?  He said nice,  what did I have that was nice?

I tossed item after item of clothing onto my bed, until I couldn't even see my bed.  I groaned, there was only a few things left.

That's when I saw it.

I had a dark blue dress, reaching down to my knees. Excitedly, I grabbed it from the hanger and tossed it on top of my mountain of clothes.

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I sat on my couch, twisting my hands.  It was exactly 6:55, but I had been ready since 6:24.  I was so nervous.  

I heard a knock at my door and shot up a little too fast, causing me to trip on my way to the door.  I straightened my dress, tucked some hair behind my ear, and opened the door.  

Harry stood, wearing a white button up shirt and a black blazer.  God, he was perfect.

"Hi," I said.

"You look stunning," he smiled.  "As always."

I blushed, "You don't look to bad yourself."

He laughed.  "Alright, lets go.  Reservations are at seven thirty, and traffic is quite frightful."

I closed the door behind me.  Harry reached over and took my hand in his.  My heart sped up.

  Harry had a driver, his own personal driver who drove him wherever he wanted to.  Traffic was pretty bad, but we got there in time.'There' being a beautiful Italian resteraunt named A Taste of Italia.

Just from the outside, I could tell it was expensive.  

When we finally reached our seats, Harry's foot nudged mine, and he winked.  

Really?  We were playing footsie at a fancy resteraunt?  How mature are we?  

I kicked him back as he took a sip of his drink, causing him to jump.  Water dribbled down his chin.  

"Oops," I said through my giggles.

"Real mature, Laura," he rolled his eyes.  "I can't take you anywhere."  He smiled at me.

I was about to respond, but our waiter interuppted us by asking if we were ready to order. We both did, and when he left, I kicked Harry again.  He just rolled his eyes, reaching across to take my hand in his that was on the table.  He traced circles with his thumb as he talked.

We talked through dinner, and desert... and on the car ride home.  The driver dropped us off about a block from my apartment building, at Harry's request.  

"So, how's school going?"  Harry asked while we walked.

I shrugged.  "Okay, I guess."

"Do you miss your family?"

I gave a small smile.  "From time to time.  What about you,  Mr. Rockstar?"

He smiled.  "Of course I miss my family."

We started walking up the stairs to get to my floor.  

I smiled back, and then I heard a voice.  I knew that voice.  I heard it all through my child hood, up until two years ago, I had heard it everyday.  It was the voice that belonged to my brother.

It was Avery's voice.  

I looked around, trying to find him.  But it was gone.

Harry looked at me, with a worried look.  "Are you okay?"

"I just thought I heard..." I stopped.

Of course I didn't.  

Reality came back and hit me, full force.  It was just the guy down the hall. But it sounded so much like him...  Tears sprung in my eyes.  

"Thought you heard what?"

I turned my face so he couldn't see me.  I started putting the key in the lock, unable to talk.  My hands shook so hard the key dropped from my hands.  I cursed, reaching down to get it, but Harry already had it.

"Laura?"  He asked.

"I'm fine!  I'm fine," I opened the door.

He took my chin lightly in his hand, making me look at him.  "Why are you crying?"

TBC!