"Harry, are you sure about this?" You whisper worriedly to your boyfriend, Harry Styles. The two of you were dating and yes, Harry is THE Harry Styles from One Direction. But your relationship wasn't public yet, so you always had to keep your romantic interactions behind closed doors...until now.

"Yes! Richelle, we've been dating for four months now and I've yet to take you out on a proper first date. I'm going to fucking take you out on one, even if that means we have to wear these ridiculous disguises," Harry mutters. He's using one hand to hold your hand and he uses the other to adjust his ridiculous blond wig. You giggle, your own fake black locks tickling your face.

"This is going to piss management off if they find out," you warn Harry in a hushed whisper. The two of you were walking down the street, but chose to avoid the main roads, just in case.

"Screw management," Harry mutters in your ear, "I'm taking you somewhere and you're going to absolutely love it."

You giggle as Harry begins to lead you further and further into the depths of the city. Eventually, the dark backroads meet up with the light and life of the city. You begin to grow a little more anxious, fearing that somebody might recognize you, but Harry pulls you into a building before your frets get the chance to turn into full on fears. Once you realize where you are, you squeal a little.

"Oh Harry, a library?" You whisper, your eyes lighting up. "I absolutely love it!"

He smiles at you. "I didn't wanna go somewhere where there are usually a ton of people, and I know how much you love to read. So, here we are."

"Thank you," you hug Harry and kiss him. Of course, he kisses back and you have to pull away before the two of you get too carried away.

"Come on, there's a little back section that has a bunch of old mysteries." Harry smiles. He puts his hand on the small of your back and leads you to a little room that, like he said, has a lot of old mysteries, most of which were written before 1960.

"Oh my god," you breathe out. "I absolutely love it!"

The two of you spend well over an hour in that little room. Harry smiles from ear to ear as he watches you gush over your favorite novels. He even helps you pick out some of the ones that you wanted so badly to check out. The date was simple, but he loved watching you in an environment where you were truly happy and didn't have to hide.

Eventually though, it's time to leave. You and Harry go to the checkout desk and the librarian starts checking out the four books that you had selected. The date begins drawing to an end and both of you begin to think that you're in the clear...until the librarian's assistant approaches.

"Sarah, I'm going to go ahead and head out for the night. I'll see you-"the assistant, who was a girl who appeared to be around your age, stops dead in her tracks. She gawkers at you and Harry, and you begin to fill with dread, as you realize where this is going.

"Oh my God," she whispers, looking straight at Harry. "You're Harry St-"

"RUN!" Harry screams, completely disrupting the library as he grabs your hand and hurriedly run out the door. You manage to hang onto your books as the two of you dash down the street, running back to your hotel.

"Oh my God," you gasp breathlessly as the two of you make it back to your hotel room. "That was great!"

Harry laughs. "How much you wanna bet there'll be headlines all over the place tomorrow?"

You laugh along with him. "Management is going to kick our ass."

"But that doesn't matter right now," Harry chuckles as he kisses you. "Right now, I say that our first, not-so-secret date was a success."