It had been a few days since that night Harry told me he wanted me. We kissed, kissed some more, talked a little, then kissed again, until I decided he needed to go since it was late and I didn't want it to look bad if any paparazzi were stalking him. So he kissed me one last time, smiled and told me he would call me the next day. As soon as he left, Rachael ran screaming out of the room hugging me and screaming how lucky I was. I was getting all excited thinking this could work, but thoughts started sinking in and I could feel these feelings fading.

I thought I could go to work that day but then had to leave because I wasn't feeling right and was just not all there to be working. I haven't been to work since. My phone had 31 missed calls, 19 unanswered text messages, and 3 unopened voicemails from one very confused Harry Styles. I guess he had stopped by one time, but Rachael wasn't home and I didn't want to answer it.

I was only going through a faze I told myself. That these were just standard thoughts. I was going to get over them and then start dating Harry, but I felt like I didn't want too and I was acting like a coward from hiding from him. Rachael tried to talk me into going to see him and call him. I had locked my phone so she could't do it for me. She than got pissed and stopped talking to me all together.

At the moment I was getting dressed. I had a dinner plan with George, he finally called me and we made a date for tonight to go to a fancy restraurant. I was doing my make-up when Rachael walked in.

"Let me guess, you're going to dinner with someone other than Harry." That was the first thing she said to me in three days.

"Correct, I am going to dinner with George, the guy from the coffee shop." I replied, I could see her rolling her eyes at me from the mirror.

"It's not right not talking to Harry, and here you are about to go to dinner with a guy right after Harry told you he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with you." You could tell Rachael obviously wasn't too pleased with me.

"I can't help it! I don't know what to do and if I go on this date with George than maybe it will make me feel what is right." I was getting a tad bit emotional with all the drama, I never had this drama ever.

"The right thing to do is go with Harry." She calmly said.

"Only because he is rich and famous." I snapped.

"No because he honestly likes you. You're not a model, actress, or even famous and here he is stressing about dating you." She wandered over and took my phone." See he know called you 46 times!" She was getting fustrated with the lock on my phone trying to get into it. "DAMN IT!" She shouted and threw my phone at the wall.

"STOP IT!" I screamed. Picking up my phone. "It isn't your life so just leave it!" I huffed and grabbed my purse and left the room.

Tears were coming to my eyes and I was trying to fight them off. I was so confused, I didn't want Harry to hurt me but I did like him. He made me feel...special. It was true that he was famous and all and was interested in me...just plain Bricklyn Harbor. An American girl with dark blue eyes that looked like dirty dish water. Weird fiery red curls that sprung every where when I didn't take care of them properly, and was so anitsocial that is was embarrassing for me to even go out in public and walk around. I just didn't get it.

I finally walked into the restraurant and told the host the name I was told to give. They showed me over to a table where a charming George was sitting at. He looked at me and stood up smiling, while he pulled my chair at.

"You look amazing." He whispered as he push me in.

"Thank you." I smiled, blushing from the compliment.

"May I take your order now and would you want me to give you a minute?" The waitress asked, and left when we asked for a minute.

"So how have you been?" George asked scanning the menu while trying to bring up small talk.

"The best I can get." I said, not really knowing what the meaning was for that.

"You are easy to read, your face is telling me you aren't happy." He said from the menu. "Doesn't the parmesan-crusted chicken look delicious?"

"Yes it does, and I am not going to lie, my week as been hell." I said deciding if I wanted pasta or meat.

"Care to share?" George casually asked.

"Not really. It shouldn't be brought up on a date." And with that George didn't say anything more about it.

Our food came, we talked, ate, talked, ate and then George paid for the meals and came around to pull my chair out. I took his arm that he had out for me and lead me out of the restraurant. He called a taxi for me, kissed me on the cheek, and told me he would call me. The night was amazing I must say, but I kept comparing it to my first date with Harry. With George we went to a classy restraunt, he acted like a complete gentlemen, didn't have anybody interupting our conversations, than after the date he didn't offer going to his place. But with Harry, he was the complete opposite, but again, he was famous unlike George.

I got home and saw Rachael angrily flipping through the channels on tv. I was about to ask her what was wrong but she opened her mouth to tell me.

"Harry came by...He was at the restraurant....I guess for a interview for a magazine with all of his band mates." I felt a little bit of guilt and suddenly my insides were sinking down. "He saw you with George and left halfway through without you noticing. He came here and told me me."

I didn't say anything but walked to my room, and as soon as the door was shut, I slid down crying. I didn't get why I was crying, I wasn't fully involved with Harry and we did't go through some big tragic thing. I was just a baby. A big ol' baby. I sucked in a breath. Finally realizing what needed to be done. I felt horrible for what Harry saw. I didn't even tell him what I felt. So it had to be done. I called Harry. I was going to tell Harry that...that...I was ready to be his. I wanted to be Harry's girlfriend.

"Hello." A dull voice sounded.