"So, where are we heading?" I asked, giving him a mega-watt smile that I had perfected.

He kept his eyes on the road, but his lips were pulled into a large smile as if he was planning the best thing ever. "I'm bringing you to my favorite place in England."

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We ended up driving for a while, because he kept making wrong turns. It was kind of getting annoying, because it's kind of hard to have to talk to someone that you don't actually have feelings for, for a long time, especially if he might be interested in you. But a small part of me could admit that it was kind of adorable how he was so clueless with getting to his 'favorite place' in England.

"Sorry," he sheepishly said as we parked, "I haven't been in England for a while, I've been touring the whole world." I nodded in understanding and shot him a smile to show that I didn't mind.

Without warning, he took my hand after we stepped out of his car. I could feel a blush creep up my face, but ignored it, seeing that Harry's skin was just as red as mine. "Sorry..." he mumbled, but didn't let go. I didn't either.

I looked around, taking the surroundings. There was nothing but overgrown weeds and grasses still moist from rain. I raised an eyebrow. This was his favorite place? He smiled encouragingly, "Just a little bit farther, and we'll reach it." I prayed that the place would be a bit better.

I nearly screamed when my hair was tugged back all of a sudden by a tree branch, and laughed along with him as he untangled my braid from the branch. I turned red, knowing that I had overreacted to the branch.

But Harry seemed to be worse off than me. He was constantly slapping at bugs and seemed to be looking a bit uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, was fine with it. I had been out on the streets for a long time, in which bugs and cold and creepy things weren't the biggest of my fears. I had grown more comfortable with them than Harry. I giggled, and shrugged out of my leather jacket and handed it over to him.

He looked at me with bewilderment. "Don't you need that?"

I shook my head, no.

He hesitated for a second, but slowly reached for it and shot me a grateful smile as he pulled it over his shoulders to shield some of his skin to protect it from anything else.

After a few more minutes of hiking, I was tired and feeling down. I hadn't seen anything beautiful yet. Nothing worth coming here for. The grass and greens had melted away and now we were on smooth, flat rock. I almost asked if we could go back, when all of a sudden, Harry's hand found its way into mine again and he softly spoke, "Careful, it's a steep fall, you don't want to slip."

I looked down and realized that we were nearing the edge of a small cliff that overlooked the most gorgeous view of the ocean. Our trek had taken up a lot of time, so now, it was nearing nightfall. A magnificent sunset lit up the sky and slivers of light reflected off the surface of the water. Brilliant shades of burgundy and indigo swept the sky and in a small corner, stars started to twinkle.

I could feel my jaw literally fall open. Harry laughed at my reaction, "Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured. We sat down, legs dangling off the edge of the short cliff, munching on the sandwiches that he brought. This is what it feels like to have a date. With a truly wonderful superstar like Harry Styles.

His eyes were filled with a emotion that I had never saw that was because of me. When I was on the streets, I always saw the same look in the eyes of couples as they looked into each others eyes. Was it....love?

I shook my head to clear it. Of course, he was supposed to fall in love with me anyway... I took a bite of the sandwich. "Yum...did you make them yourself?" I smiled, avoiding his eyes. As much as I needed him to fall in love with me, it felt awkward to have him looking so smitten when I didn't feel a thing for him.

I tried to swallow the sandwich that tasted like glue. It was truly awful, actually. He laughed. "You don't need to pretend."

I opened my mouth to object, but he interrupted, "Don't eat that; it's gross. I have taste buds too." He grabbed the sandwich and tossed it back into the picnic basket and pulled out a small box of gourmet cookies.

We shared the box and it was quickly finished. "April?" he asked.

I looked up, giving him a questioning look.

His gaze never wavered, "I had a great time with you today."

I suddenly realized that we were both involuntarily leaning forwards towards each other. I looked down in embarassment and leaned back away. He noticed this and his lips were pulled into a tight line as emotions raged through his head. He seemed to be unsure about something. Shit, I was totally screwing up my job and mission.

I leaned forwards again. "I had a great time with you too." I smiled.