Dangerous

I woke up the next morning replaying the events that happened last night in my head. From starting off on a good date with Harry, then to him beating the shit out of the waiter, then to him telling me he cared about me, and finally to when he kissed me. That kiss...that kiss was by far the best kiss I've ever had. I felt as though we were the only two people on the planet, like we were indestructible. It felt so passionate and needy. I touched my lips lightly remembering what his lips felt like against mine. I only wished I could feel it again, and something soon at that.

I got up out of my bed and put on some pants. I can't sleep in pants, and never have been able to. They just annoy me when I sleep, I mean even when I go to sleep with them on, they always end up on the floor the next morning. I put on my pajama pants and a tank top and walked downstairs. I couldn't smell any breakfast which is the usual at our house. Everyone fends for themselves in the morning. We are all too tired to do anything for anyone else. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple to eat. I'm not a big breakfast person, but I do still eat.

I walked over and sat on the couch to watch some tv. I guess I was the only one awake because I hadn't seen my mom or dad yet. There wasn't anything good on, so I just settled with a rerun of The Vampire Diaries. I heard my phone buzz, so I picked it up to see who was trying to get in contact with me. Harry.

Are you doing anything in an hour? -H

No why? -S

Good I have something planned. Dress casual. -H

I guess I have to get ready to go out with Harry. A little bit of excitement filled me and then a little bit of curiosity. Where is he taking me? He told me to dress casual, so I don't really think it involves going out to eat. I decided to stop asking myself questions because I clearly didn't have the answers to them.

I walked up the stairs and into my room to pick out my outfit. I picked out a pair of leggings and a white tank top with a flannel shirt to go over it. I pulled out some combat boots and went to do my hair. It was pretty messy considering I slept on it last night so I brushed through it and straightened it. I didn't put on too much makeup because we weren't going anywhere fancy. I just put on some blush, powder, and a little mascara. As I was doing my makeup I started to think. Would this be considered Harry's and my second date? Would it just be like a hang out? I realized I was overthinking things and needed to stop. So, I did.

I walked back downstairs and saw my mom and dad sitting at the counter each with a cup of coffee and some yogurt.

"Hi mom, hi dad."

"Hi honey. You're dressed and ready to go this morning aren't you?" My mother looked at my outfit and seemed to approve.

"Yeah. I'm going out with a friend in about ten minuets. He should be here soon."

"He? Who is this boy? I mean we're happy that you're making friends, but we would like to know who they are." My father said and my mother agreed.

"His name is Harry. He was the one that took me out last night." I explained who he was to my parents and they seemed to understand. Just then the doorbell rang. I walked to the door to answer it and there was Harry, standing in a white V-neck and tight black jeans.

"Ready to go?" He asked

"Yep." I replied popping the "p".

We walked over to his car and he opened the door for me which seemed to be a regular thing I guess.

"You look nice." He said as he scanned my body up and down.

"Thank you. So do you." He smirked a little when I told him he looked nice which i'm really not surprised.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked with curiosity laced in my voice.

"That my friend, is a surprise."

"Well you just love surprising people don't you?"

"Sure, I guess you could say that." The smirk that was plastered on his face was so big that I could see one of his dimples. I realized then, that his dimples were super attractive on him.

We drove for about ten more minuets before we pulled to a stop. Harry climbed out of his car and jogged over to my side. He opened the door for me and as I was getting out I thanked him. I walked a little before I actually looked up ahead of me. A slight gasp fell from my lips cause by what I was looking at. Harry stood quietly behind me. I turned and looked at him. He had hope full eyesand an almost innocent looking face.

"Harry, it's beautiful."

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