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Chapter 7 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “So, how long is the drive?” Harry asked after he opened the passenger door for me and got in on the driver’s side.

            I smirked. “You mean to tell me you have no idea where you’re going?” I chuckled.

            “Psht,” Harry waved me off. “I’m your personal GPS.”

            “Mhmm,” I giggled. “It’s about thirty minutes from my house. You need some directions, Styles?” I really didn’t mean to call him by his last name, it was just kind of natural.

            Harry smirked. “Maybe I do, Anderson.”

            I’m pretty sure my heart nearly fluttered out of my chest as I grinned brightly, probably looking like an idiot. But that’s okay. Apparently Harry Styles doesn’t mind freakish fangirls that could possibly be temporary girlfriends. Oh Jesus. If only that was my lucky reality. One problem? This girl has zero luck. Scoring One Direction tickets was just a miracle. Lucky would be an understatement.

             “So…” Harry trailed off teasingly, and I knew this wouldn’t be any good. “We’re going to play a game I’ve never played with anyone before.”

            “Oh Jesus,” I breathed out, raking a hand through my hair.

            Harry laughed. “The game is… I’m going to see how much you know about me, and I’ll tell you which ones are true or not. Clearly, there has to be some rumors you heard. Then, I’ll ask you questions about you. So basically, I’m the questioner, and you’re the answerer.”

            “This is going to be embarrassing, though!” I whined.

            “We already established the birthdays,” he chuckled, ignoring my complaint. “What’s my sister and mum’s name?”

            “Gemma and Anne,” I replied automatically, my face flushing in embarrassment. “But pretty much the entire fanbase knows that,” I added quickly.

            Harry smirked. “All right. Tell me what you know, then,” he said. “It’ll be easier this way.”

            I looked at him with wide eyes, shaking my head. “You’ll just make fun of me. Then, you’ll probably pull the car onto the side of the road and kick me out because of how obsessive I seem.”

            Harry laughed that angelic laughed I’ve died to hear in person for three years now. “I promise, I will never kick you out my car,” he said, making me blush.

            I sighed heavily, looking straight ahead at the road to keep from meeting his gaze. “Your star sign is an Aquarius, like mine. You were born in Holmes Chapel in Cheshire, England. Your middle name is Edward and your first pet was a dog named Max. You worked in a bakery and used to be the lead singer in a band called White Eskimo. Your song you auditioned with for X-Factor was Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder. Um, you came up with One Direction because you said you were thinking about hearing the announcer say it. The first song One Direction ever sang together was Torn by Natalie Imbruglia. Um… err… Your first girlfriend was at the age of 12 and her name was Emilie. You love Elvis Presley, and Jesus Christ I’m stopping myself before I scare the hell out of you,” I inhaled sharply, slapping my hand on my forehead.

            I dared to look over at Harry, but was utterly shocked when I saw him smiling. “Keep going,” he chuckled. “This is pretty interesting.”

            “A-Are you serious right now?” I asked in disbelief, my eyes huge.

            Harry nodded, giving me a flirtatious dimpled grin. “I love hearing you talk,” he said as that damn blush found my face again.

            I sucked in a deep breath, leaning back in my chair as I found myself talking again. “You once had a hamster names Hamster. You have four nipples. When you were ten you got attacked by a goat…” I kept rambling, but couldn’t get over the fact that Harry was smiling. He wasn’t actually listening to me talk about his life. He actually said he liked hearing me talk. He actually ruined my life.

***

            “Oh my God, I haven’t been here in forever,” I breathed out as I stared at the amusement park.

            Harry came up beside me. “Well, you’re officially my tour guide. You’re the leader, love,” he smirked.

            I smiled as I started walking towards the park gates, Harry behind me. Of course, being the gentleman he is, he bought both our tickets. I merely refused over and over again, because of their price, but he simply waved me off and paid anyway. He keeps telling me he’s the “man” and that the “man” always pays. Whatever floats his boat, I guess. That’s not saying I didn’t find his gesture utterly adorable. I did. And I’m pretty sure I nearly fainted at his generosity.

            Harry had his sunglasses on, but that didn’t stop fans from running up to him. I hadn’t even noticed Paul trailing close behind us, but I wasn’t really looking for him, either. Harry was the nicest he could be, snapping pics with fans and apologizing to me every time it happened.

            “Harry, really, it’s okay,” I laughed for the umpteenth time. “Believe me, if I was wandering around the park and found Harry Styles, I’d want a picture too.”

            Harry smirked. “Speaking of picture, say cheese,” he chuckled, holding his phone out in front of us. He leaned close to me, his cheek nearly touching mine as my breath hitched in my throat. I didn’t even realize my arm draping over his shoulder until he snapped the pic and grinned down at it. “Tweeting right now,” he smirked. “What’s your twitter, love?”

            My eyes widened as I rapidly shook my head. “You don’t need that kind of secretive information, Styles.”

            Harry grinned deviously. “Does it have to do with me?”

            My cheeks heated up immensely as I murmured, “Maybe.”

            Harry chuckled. “Come on, love. I’m not going to make fun of you. Here, type it in,” he said, passing me his phone.

            My fingers hovered over the keypad as I hesitated, then typed in: @SmexyStyles02. Harry was leaning over my shoulder and I didn’t realize it until he started snickering. “Don’t laugh at me!” I whined, smacking his shoulder. “I told you it was embarrassing.”

            Harry smirked. “You think I’m sexy?” he grinned. “That’s all right, love. You’re pretty sexy yourself.”

            My eyes widened as my face nearly blew up from all the heat. I was literally shaking with feels as I stared at him in astonishment. Harry fucking Styles did not just say that to me. That’s it. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming all of this crap. There’s no way this could be real life. I’ve longed for three years to hear Harry (or any of the 1D boys) to say that to me. This life just simply isn’t mine. It’s make-belief. It’s my fangirl mind messing with me. I’m dreaming.

            My phone buzzed in my pocket as I furrowed my eyebrows, pulling it out. All my dreams (real or not) came true as I saw Harry Styles mentioned me in a tweet. Not to mention I have a new follower (cough, cough, Harry Styles, cough, cough).

@harry_styles: Fun day at Busch Gardens with this chick ;) Gotta love the username @SmexyStyles02! xD

            The link to the picture was there to as I clicked on it, immediately saving the image and making it my lock screen. If this was a dream, I was going to live it to the fullest. I had to remember all of this, dream or not. Because even if this is a dream, it’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. And that’s not exaggerating.

***

            After multiple roller coasters, Harry and I both screaming and laughing our heads off, we were coming to an end. Today has literally been unreal. I can’t even believe that I’ve been hanging out with Harry fucking Styles all day, but I’m doing my best to stay calm. I’ve had to push the fangirl of me away for the day. And believe me, it’s not easy.

            “Hey, let’s go on the Tidal Wave. It’s a water ride,” Harry beamed as he pointed to it excitedly.

            “Water ride? We don’t have a change of clothes,” I reminded him.

            Harry shrugged. “I have towels in the car for when we go down to the beach. We can use those,” he said.

            I deny argue with him as he tugged me to it. After sitting in the front and getting soaking wet, we made our way out to the parking lot. I was about 6 PM at this point, and we’ve literally been here for more than five hours. I didn’t mind. I couldn’t have asked for a better day. Today was perfect.

            Harry got two towels out the back of his Range Rover as he draped one around my shoulders. He smiled at me as he then ruffled his hair with his. I found myself watching in awe as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in only a tank top and skinny jeans. Holy muscles. Holy tattoos. Holy Jesus save me.

            I shook my head to myself, forcing myself to tear my gaze away from his perfection as I attempted to ring my clothes out. I started to open the passenger door, but then I was gently pushed up against the car. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw Harry’s proximity. His front was nearly against mine as his forehead nearly pressed against mine. I stared up at him in confusion, but couldn’t bring myself to speak. He was so damn perfect and mesmerizing.

            “Since you know a lot about me…” Harry trailed off, his British accent deep and rough and low. “I suppose you know I always try for a kiss on the first date, if it goes well.” My eyes widened slightly as he smirked. “And this date went very well, in my opinion.”

            Before I could say anything, or even think about saying anything, my lips were captured by Harry’s. He hesitated at first, as if asking for permission before he locked his lips with mine. I was literally too stunned to do anything, and my body took over before my mind could process it. Our mouths moved in the perfect sync as his arms found their way around my waist. Mine fell onto his chest as he gently pulled me closer to him. What the actual hell is happening? I’m kissing Harry fucking Styles. No. This simply isn’t real. It can’t be.

            But it feels real.

            Harry slowly pulled away as his forehead pressed against mine. We were both panting slightly, but a small smile tugged at Harry’s lips. “A good first date?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

            After the heavenly kiss, I didn’t even know how to react. Thank God my tongue managed to form words, because otherwise I would’ve stared at him like a moron. Harry’s grin stretched as I said, “A perfect first date.”