Harry's POV
I'm going on a date with Summer tonight. I'm actually excited. She's seems different. She's not like the rest. Maybe its because she can relate to me. We lost both important people in our lives,but it's the past, doesn't matter any more. I don't know whymi did this. I'm not one for relationships. They just never end well.
I talked to the boys about it. Most of them were happy for me. I had to live my life. We have to make the most of our lives now, because our lights are burning out. We don't know how much time we have left. Enough of self pity, I was getting ready. I just out on a button up checkered top. It's blue. I wore black skinnies, white converse and some cologne. I looked good, nothing special.
I wanted to see how she looked. She was pretty. I'm so eager to get to know her. This hasn't happmed in years. It was currently 6:40, so I thought I should begin to go. I grabbed my keys off the hook near my front door and exited my house. I hopped on my vehicle and approached her dorm. Her eyes were so, so... I can't find a word explain. Their indescribable. We just clicked. It was bitter sweet.
On the drive there I felt an emotion I never really feel. I can't remember the last time I've felt this. I was nervous? Summer did this. I wonder if I like her more than she likes me, or bis versa. I mean, we've only none eachother for 72 hours. I hope I don't like her more that she likes me, that leads to rejection. This is our fist date. I should stop by the grocery store and pick up some roses.
The flower section, debating on pink roses, or red roses. I picked up the red ones. At the cashier I saw a older woman, probably in Her late 70's. her looked up to me.
"First date?" She asked.
How did she know? I bobbed my head.
"Just a hint of advice. Pink means friendship, red means more." She croaked knowingly.
I think I made a good choice, I don't want to be friends, But I don't want to be more. I also don't want a hook up. I don't know what I want. I walked out of the store.
"Good luck!" She called out to me.
I waved. After a, not so long car ride I arrived.
Summers POV
"He's here, he's here!" Marisa nudged me as she looked through our window.
"Don't worry, you look hot!" Julia nodded.
They made me look like a piece of art. My hair was perfectly curled in merged ringlets. It was shiny and soft. My brownish makeup made my green eyes pop. My lips were glossy and soft my face was covered to perfection. I looked great, and I don't usually feel that way.
I was wearing a fitted black laced skirt, it had a matching top. It showed about two centimetres of my midriff and was quarter sleeved. I looked to great. Oh, and my shoes were mahogany wedges.I took one final glance in the mirror before I hoped off my bed and grabbed my Michael Kors bag.
Knock.
Marisa and Julia shot me wide eyes as they nudged me to the door. I took a deep breath before revealing the beautiful boy in front of me. He look me up and down with a large smile.
"Wow, you look, amazing." he spoke.
"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." I complimented with humour of course.
He laughed.
"Okay! Enough chit-chat!" Julia exclaimed.
"Off you go!" Marisa pushed me out of the room before slamming the door.
I laughed and he just had a semi-serious face. As we approached it he opened the door and shot me a charming smirk. He guided me inside the car. Once I entered, he closed the door shut. He was such a gentleman. But still, I saw the darkness in his eyes, plus I witnessed one of his turbulent tantrums. If he gets that irate by just a little thing like that, imagine how mad he would get by a huge thing. I looked over to him. He looked like he was about to say something.
