Date night.

When I wake up, I feel Dylan's arm around my waist, holding me tight. I rub my eyes, and I turn to face him, still asleep. I stop looking at him for a second, and I check my phone. Shoot, it's 7 pm! I didn't think that we slept that much. Before getting up to get some food, I give Dylan a soft kiss, and then I try to get out of the bed without bothering him.

I try to do everything being as quiet as I can, but of course, I fail because Dylan grabs my wrist and pulls me directly back between his arms. "I am sorry, I didn't want to wake y-" He shuts me up by kissing me and giving me a sleepy smile. "Where do you think you are going, hun?" "I woke up because I realized that I am hungry, and I wanted to get something." I answer while running my fingers through his messy hair. God, his hair is the softest thing I have ever touched. "Oooh, so you wanted to go eat something without me?!" He pouts, which makes me laugh. "C'mon, you look like an angel while you're sleeping; I would never dare to wake you up!"

Now he is the one laughing, and he grabs my hand, rubbing it. He softly asks: "Since it's dinner time, why don't we go to eat something together?" I nod excited and ask: "What would you like to order?" He looks confused and shakes his head. "Liv, I don’t think you understand: go to your room and dress up because we are going on a date." My jaw drops. "Wait...What?" "Sorry, I should’ve asked you before. Olivia, would you like to go on a date with me?" I smile like an idiot, and I nod, kissing him on his cheek. "I would love to. But... there will surely be some paparazzi, and if they see you together with a girl, they will think that I am your girlfriend. And the fans too... They will hate me; you know that."

Now he grabs both of my hands and squeezes them. "I honestly don't care about what paparazzi will think. I am 20, and I am free to go on a date with a girl! And about the fans, don't worry about them... I will figure it out." This is why I don't want to be famous. You are never free, and you always get judged. You must be perfect. Before getting out of his room, he kisses me one more time and says: "When you are done, just come here and knock on the door, okay?" "Sure, see you in a bit."

I soon reach my room, and I immediately open my suitcases, looking for an outfit. It is impossible since nothing seems suitable for a date. But then, oh God, a miracle happens. I find a blue and long dress. It’s gorgeous. Right after, I put on some make-up and brush my hair. After locking the door, I take my purse and take the elevator, reaching Dylan's room in a few seconds.

When he opens the door, his jaw drops, making me blush. "Liv...You're- You're gorgeous." I thank him, and then he pulls me closer, kissing me softly. "Let's go." He says, and after closing the door, we head to the elevator. In those few moments, there is an awkward silence, but then Dylan breaks it with: "I know a restaurant where they make Italian food, and it's pretty close. I love Italian food, and there everything is delicious. Is it okay for you if we go there?" I giggle. "I know that you love Italian food. And yes, it's perfect; I love it too, especially pasta and lasagna." He smiles, and then we get out of the elevator.

We don't even need to take a taxi, because the restaurant is pretty close and we reach it in fifteen minutes. We get in, and they give us a table. Of course, Dylan is a gentleman, so before sitting, he makes me sit first. Soon, a waiter comes to our table and gives us the menus. In five minutes we decide what to eat. We both order some pasta. While we are waiting for our food, we just talk about random things and how good Italian food is.

Our orders finally arrive, and I have to say that Dylan is so cute and goofy at the same time while eating. I laugh, and he asks: "What is it?" "Nothing, it's just that you look so cute while eating your pasta." "Oh shut up, you're the cute one here." Since we are still hungry, we also order a slice of chocolate cake. "Oh God, this is so good!" I say, and when Dylan looks at me, he laughs. "Olivia, ehm... you have some crumbs of cake right here..." He gets closer and, with his thumb, removes those crumbs around my lips. My face is red as a tomato. "There you go." He says while licking his thumb, and I thank him.

When they give us the check, I am ready to pull out my wallet, but Dylan immediately stops me. "Don't you even dare. I asked you to go on a date with me; it’s on me. I'll be right back." I can't say anything because he stands up and goes to pay. He comes back after a few minutes, and we get out of the restaurant. At the exact moment we get out, I get shivers. I was so stupid that I didn't bring a jacket, and now I am freezing. Dylan asks: "Are you cold?" "No, I am okay, thank you." I lie. "C'mon Liv; it’s so obvious. Here." He takes off his jacket and puts it on my shoulders. I thank him one more time, and he replies with a: "No problem, sweetie."

While we are heading back to the hotel, I notice some paparazzi taking pictures of Dylan and me. He sees that I am intimidated by them, and he whispers in my ear: "Just act normal and let them talk. Let them think whatever they want." and in that right moment, he intertwines our fingers. What the hell is he doing?! "Dylan, what the h-" "Shh, just keep walking." Paparazzi keep taking photos and asking questions, but he doesn't say or do anything; he just smiles. We keep walking, and thank God they stop following us. We soon reach the hotel, and we immediately get in the elevator, heading to Dylan's room.

We get in, and when he is leaning closer to kiss me, I stop him. "Dylan, why did you do that? Are you crazy? Now everyone will think that we are dating!" "Aren't we?" He asks. "I-I don't know." I answer, confused. "Liv, come on... you know that we fit together and I would love to make you my girlfriend or go on another date and see how it will go. What do you think?"

My eyes widen. He is going too fast. "Listen, tonight I had an amazing time, but maybe we should go on another date to see what will happen. I don't know if I am ready for a relationship..." I say while I lower my head, staring at my shoes. "Hey, look at me." Dylan says, and I slowly raise my head, making me look at him. "It's okay; I can wait. I care about you, and even if I have to wait ten years, I will still be here for you. But at least you just admitted that we would go on another date, eh?" I laugh, and then he leans closer once again, and this time I let him kiss me.

We kiss for a couple of seconds, but then I break the kiss, telling Dylan that I need to go back to my room because I have to change myself and call my parents. "Fine, go and change yourself, but after that, can you come here again? I would love to sleep with you." "Whatever makes you happy, Foster."

I leave his room, soon reaching mine. I take off my dress, and I realize that Dylan's clothes are on my bed. I must’ve left them there before when I was changing myself. I put them on, and I can smell Dylan's scent. I love it. I remove my make-up, and I sit down on my bed for a second. I think about Dylan, the date, the fact that he already wants me to be his girlfriend.

Do I want all this? When he intertwined our fingers or when he gave me his jacket, or every time that I am with him, I get butterflies in my stomach, or better, the whole zoo. He makes me feel so happy and loved. "So, why not?" I ask myself. Do I want to try this? Yeah, let's do it.

I reach his room, and I knock on the door. He immediately opens it and says: "Hey little angel! Oh, you are wearing my clothes." He smirks, and I say: "I thought about what you said. Dylan, you make me so happy, and I wanna be with you too." He doesn't say anything; he just kisses me, and then we get into bed. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. He gives me another kiss and whispers: "Goodnight, Liv." "Goodnight, Dylan."