62.
●•Scarlett•●
It was cold and windy as I waited outside for Harry to come out, shrinking underneath my jacket and leaning against the wall helplessly trying to keep some balance (the cold was just too freaking much and my legs kept shaking, and I was literally about to fall.)
Gladly, he showed up less than five minutes later, rushing to put his own jacket own whilst walking quickly towards me and shoving his phone on his back pocket, a smile showing both his dimples off as he peered up and met my gaze. It was actually ridiculous how naturally his arms came around me, wrapping me tight and burying his face in my hair. Even more ridiculous was how I reacted to his touch, not even thinking twice before leaning against him and letting my arms fall loose around his waist.
“Hey,” he whispered, the sound of his lips still muffled by my hair.
“Hello, you.” I whispered back, smiling shamelessly against his chest. It felt broad, warm and familiar, and I just absolutely loved it. For a single moment, the cold had no effect on me. Not against Harry’s warmth.
But then he pulled away.
“So, any ideas on where we’re gonna go?” He asked nonchalantly, focusing all his attention on my lips, seeming so hypnotized I actually felt them tingling a bit. It was almost as if he was in a trance. “Can I kiss you in public?” He whispered then, biting his lower lip and glancing up at my eyes to see my reaction.
It was quite funny the fact that he’d asked me, but I was glad he did anyways, so I shook my head slightly, aware of how many people were around us. It was a busy downtown street after all, and many of Tyler’s friends used to hang around there. If it hadn’t been a place they would usually go to, or even if less people were surrounding us, I’m sure I wouldn’t bother a bit having his lips moving against mine at that very moment. But I would not like to risk it.
Harry nodded, knowing exactly what was going inside my head, and fully understanding it.
“So… Any special restaurant or-?”
“No. Not really. I was thinking… Maybe we could- I don’t know… Go to your flat? I can cook and- just that- It’s more private and stuff, y’know? If you don’t bother…” I trailed off, staring at him pleadingly and watching the way his features softened, turning into a light smile that made me smile as well.
“Fine by me. But you will have to do magic with the few ingredients I have there. Haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, honestly.” Harry admitted, laughing quietly to himself and then moving his head slightly in the direction of his car. I followed him until we were both inside. Just then he went for my hand, intertwining our fingers and smiling happily at me.
“I’m a real chef, Harry. Trust me, I can do magic.” I stated matter-of-factly, shooting a convinced smile towards him.
“Oh, I’m sure you can.”
There was that Harry-like cheeky tone behind his words.
His body was pressed against mine, against the door, his hands roaming up and down the length of my back as his lips gently pecked mine, once, twice, before finally slotting together. It was slow and calm, every inch of his body soothing and cozy, and even if I wanted to – which I didn’t – I couldn’t pull away.
Every living cell of my body reacted to his touch, aware of the way how his fingertips pressed against my skin, drawing circles from my lower back to the base of my neck. His teeth were lightly sinking down on my lip, then letting it go, then doing that same action over and over again until I was running out of breath and sanity.
“Lettie,” he huffed out against my lips, kissing his way to my neck and breathing heavily there, tickling me.
I contorted slightly, sliding down the wall and closing my eyes tightly, trying to recover my normal breathing. I could basically hear and feel every pulsing artery, my heart beating so damn fast it felt as if I’d just run a whole entire marathon. There was this wave of electricity running from my head to my toe, so damn intense in a way only Harry could make me feel.
“Harry, I-” my chest rose and fell heavy, trying to gain oxygen back. “I can’t- Can’t do it. Can’t do this.”
And then I saw the sudden look of panic inside his green irises, already begging me with his look for not to say the words I’d just said. He looked mad, sad, tired. I didn’t say anything else, though, just watching as the emotions flew through his eyes, one worse than another.
I was still trying to catch my breath, recover from what he’d done to me, when he bent down so his head has almost at the same height as mine. He took hold of both my wrists and started kissing my hands, my arms, my shoulders. He was desperate, pleading, eager.
“Don’t- please, don’t start with it again.” He begged in a whisper, and I pursed my lips together.
“I can’t, Harry. Can’t do this-” he froze. Waiting for my following words, unable to think straight, just letting the desperation sink in. “…If you keep calling me Lettie. Really, sounds pathetic.”
His expression was still, and I bursted out laughing, not able to hold it back. His face was hilarious, the way everything just did not move at all. He was literally static, just staring at my face blankly as I nearly rolled on the floor due to so much laughter. A second later, he was pinning me against the wooden boards.
“You little devil.” He muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing my wrists and leaning in, brushing his lips against mine and pulling away just when I was about to fully kiss him. Bloody teaser. “Gonna pay for being so freaking evil. You’ll see. I’m not gonna kiss you during a whole week.”
I raised an eyebrow, smirking at him and watching as he nodded his head certainly. No way in hell he was going to keep up with that.
“Oh, really?” I dared, pouting, and he nodded again. “Not even if I do this?” I tried, leaning on my elbows as much as I could with him still holding my wrists and getting a lot close to him, hovering my lips over his, kissing the corner of his mouth. He shook his head. “Oh, I dare you.”
“I’ve already made a choice, Scarlett. That’s your punishment.”
I didn’t argue with him, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me for too long anyways.
“This is not even human!” he complained with a mouthful of food, not even bothering to look up at me as he shoved another fork full of it inside his mouth. It was the second time he was having lunch in half an hour only. “There were not even enough supplies for you to make something as remotely good as this.”
I shrugged, smiling proudly as I washed my own plate, just hearing as he huffed out a ‘damn you’ behind my back and then went back to eating. The sound of the fork on the plate let me know he was already done - or almost – with his second meal, heading to the third. How was he even fit like that eating like a pig the way he did?
I ended up voicing my thoughts and he laughed, standing up just to peck my cheek before he sat down again. Bastard.
“When nature chooses one to be a Greek God you can’t argue with it.” He stated simply, laughing at himself.
“A Greek God? Really?” I turned around, looking at him incredulously. “You really think you’re that much? What a twat.”
“C’mon, you’ve seen me shirtless. You know what I’m talking about.”
And, well. It was not a lie, if you ask me. But of course I would not feed his ego anymore. He was already the cheekiest boy I’ve ever met, he didn’t need more reasons to do so, so I just laughed at him, walking around the table and messing with his hair; my wet hand wetting his curls as well.
“Oh, I adore your sense of humor, Styles.”
He pushed the chair away, pulling me down on his lap and holding me enough tight so that I wouldn’t leave. Instead of trying, I just stood there, leaning against him as he finished eating (for the third time, I remind you) with his chin resting on my shoulder. How more adorable could that even become?
Everything about being with him was so natural, and damn. That’s the stupid kind of thing I’ve never had, the stupid kind of thing that got me grinning from ear to ear basically all the time, the stupid kind of thing that made me feel tingling all over, burning under the skin.
When he got quiet, just sharing his silence with me as he fed himself I felt stupidly happy, simply because I was watching someone eat. Yeah, yeah, I do know how pathetic and cheesy that sounds. I was one that hated all that stuff ‘till a few months ago, and look at me now.
“You adore me.” He finally said, pushing his plate aside and turning me around so that I could face him, quickly spotting the smirk plastered to his face. “’S okay. You don’t need to deny it anymore. Not to me, anyways. I can see how you feel for me. It’s all over your face.”
Harry pinched my cheek, smiling fondly, and something warm just spread inside me, making me move forward and press my lips to his, tenderly. I did adore him and I did not doubt it was all over my face, actually. At least, it was obvious for me how much he affected me, though I was not sure he could really see it as well. I thought so, at least.
He frowned, pulling back briefly and bewilderedly staring at me.
“I’m not supposed to kiss you for a week?” the sentence ended up more like a question, and I laughed, wrapping my warms around his neck and leaning in again, nuzzling on his neck for a while before going back to his lips.
Harry wrapped his arms around my waist as well, shrugging as he finally kissed me back. In that kiss, I did my best to let him know how I felt, how much I respected him and appreciated everything he’d done for me. It was so hard, though, to know whether he had understood it all. Because, honestly, I was not sure I had understood it all myself. To be quite fair, it was all a bit new to me, a bit (too much) overwhelming.
When we pulled away, I was smirking, even wider when he shook his head at himself, letting it fall as he sighed loudly.
“You’re a man of word, I can tell.” I mused, kissing his temple and playing with the ringlets falling to his forehead, curling them on my finger.
“This is all your fault. You’re my sin.” And then I was laughing as hard as I’d never had, being stopped only by the feeling of his lips pressed to mine, urgent, loving. “I’d missed you this week, you know? It’s hard not having you around like this all the time.”
“Bulls–t. You only want me cooking for you ‘cause you suck.”
“And because I can’t watch my own bum as I cook.”
“Do you- you watch my bum as I cook?” I asked, shocked (or maybe not that much).
“…” he looked at me with his eyes showing guilty and repentance, contrasting with the cheekiness and pride of his smirk.
“Styles?”
“Maybe.”
I punched his upper arm, glaring at him for being such a perv at times, but he just kept that same façade, and soon enough I was laughing like an idiot again. After all, I had to admit:
“I do adore you.”
●•Author's Note•●
dedication goes to: @lizzielaurad I'm glad you're enjoying the fanfic and how I've made everything. Reading your comment and seeing that you really think this is realistic just makes me absurdly happy 'cause that's exactly what I've wanted all along. Thank you!
note: 1.Yey. My cultural fair is tomorrow, which means, no more dying of too much work, and also means I'll be home more often, just like before. Therefore, updates will be back to normal, FINALLY. At least until my final tests begin, but that's just by the end of November. 2. Harlett are the cutest, aren't they? Really hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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