~Harry's POV~
"Come here," I took her hand and led her to sit down on the plaid picnic blanket, that was actually quite fucking ugly. Annabel's white smile was wide, as she sat on her knees.
"Harry, I love it!" She gushed.
"Good, because I was stuck trying to figure out what to do." I teased, grabbing paper plates out of the basket.
"Well it was worth it." She spoke, the smile not disappearing. I was actually very relieved she likes the idea of a picnic, because I thought it was cheesy, and gay as fuck, when Mum suggested it to me. In fact, I wasn't even the one that packed the damn food, it was all her, which I was thankful for, of course. "Do you need help?" She asked, sliding the picnic basket in the middle of us anyways. She began unpacking the containers of fruit, and sandwiches, and the pitcher of lemonade, while I pulled out napkins, plastic cups, and plastic forks and spoons. I opened the container of sandwiches, ready to grab a triangular slice for her and I, before she spoke up. "Wait, I think I have some hand sanitizer in my purse." I rolled my eyes playfully, as she squeezed a bit onto the palm of her hand. She handed the bottle to me, and I did the same, just to make her happy.
"You're a clean freak too?" I smirked.
"What do you mean 'too?'" She asked, raising a brow.
"You're all proper and shit, and polite. Now you're a clean freak too." I explained, earning a laugh.
"I am not a clean freak!" She defended. "I just happen to want my hands clean before I touch my food."
"So in other words, a germophobe." I teased, knowing it was the same thing. Her beautiful hazel eyes rolled, but a smile couldn't help but spread across her face. I handed her half of a sandwich, and took a bite of my own. "So what else should I know about you?" I questioned, after swallowing.
"A lot." Annabel responded.
"Like..?" I pushed.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"Tell me about your relationships."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow, and looked as if she were trying to figure out if I was joking or not.
"Yeah, I mean why not?"
"Okay.. well, I've only ever been in one relationship." She explained.
"Seriously?" I was actually shocked. She was extremely beautiful, and she had the kindest heart.
"Yeah, why is that a surprise?" She asked, taking a sip of the cool lemonade.
"I don't know, I mean you're fucking hot." I blurted accidentally, causing her to blush. "Anyways, tell me about him."
"His name was Danny," She began. "We began dating in highschool." She talked slow, and cautiously. "He was like my best friend, I loved him. We've known each other since we were kids." Her smile widened, and her gaze disappeared from our date momentarily. I couldn't help but seem jealous at the way she talked about him. Her emotions, and how they changed once his name was mentioned. I cleared my throat.
"Did you guys kiss?"
"Yes.." Her dazed smile turned into an awkward one, and her eyebrow raised, before she sipped her lemonade.
"Did you fuck him?" She began choking on the lemonade, and coughing, and I didn't quite know what to do, so I awkwardly patted her on the back. I wasn't actually sure why I was asking these questions, maybe to get some relief out of no one touching her.
"No.." She responded, coughing in between. At this response, I couldn't help but think about Annabel and I. To have her pretty little lips wrapped around me, and just imagining being able to feel her was enough to get me hard. "Tell me about your relationships, then." She suggested, interrupting my daydreams.
"You don't want to know about them."
"Yes I do, come on!" She urged.
"Trust me, you don't."
"Harry," She whined.
"I've never been in a relationship. They're all one night stands." She was silent after this, chewing on a grape, in order to avoid speaking. "But you're different. You're the first girlfriend I've ever had. The first one I'm committing to."
"How many?" She asked, looking at me.
"What?"
"How many one night stands?"
"Annabel, I-"
"Answer." There was a moment of silence of me debating whether or not to tell her.
"More than I can count." I admitted. I had to force this answer out of me, because I knew Annabel wanted an open, honest relationship, and to be honest, I would do anything for this girl. She sucked in her cheeks, and nodded.
"Okay, well I'm not going to judge you on your past. So if there's anything you would like to tell me about your past relationships, you can tell me now." I contemplated on telling her about Sarah, but I just didn't know if I could. I popped a grape into my mouth, and avoided her stare. "Harry," She sighed.
"Can we talk about this later? I'd rather not ruin this date." I suggested, picking another grape off the stem.
"Fine," She breathed, knowing I was right.
"Here, open your mouth." I said, shifting my ass so that I was sitting a across from her. She looked at me confused, but opened her mouth slowly. I carefully aimed my grape, and tossed it, missing her mouth, and hitting her cheek instead.
"Harry!" She giggled, using her hand to wipe of the juice.
"Sorry, baby." I laughed, at her expression. At the word 'baby,' her eyes lit up momentarily, and she tried to conceal it, by acting natural, and reaching for the grapes.
"My turn," She grinned, holding up the grape. I repositioned my seating, and opened my mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and her tongue stuck out in the cutest way, as she concentrated on making the shot. Finally, she threw the grape, and I leaned over, to catch it in my mouth. She threw her hands up, in shock. "I did it!" She exclaimed.
"Or I just caught it in my mouth," I laughed. "But I'll give you credit." I chuckled, as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, my turn." Just as I was about to grab another grape, I heard the sound of water, and I'm assuming Annabel heard it as well, because her head popped up. And before we knew it, we were beginning to get spritzed with water.
"Oh my god!" She laughed. The sprinklers were turned on, and she scrambled to her feet, as I did. "What do we do?!" She laughed.
"Come on, let's run through it!" I grabbed her hand, and tugged her along, running both of us through the sprinklers, and down the hill. The hill was steep, and I stumbled on my feet, bringing Annabel down with me. We rolled down the hill, laughing, and as we reached the bottom, I rolled ontop of her, and propped myself up on my elbows. Our laughter died down, and I looked into her beautiful hazel eyes, as she looked into mine. Her face was shimmery from the water, with small droplets and her hair was stringy, and darker than usual.
"Your hair is dripping on me," She laughed, reaching up, and pushing it out of my face. I smiled, but stayed silent. "What's wrong?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing together.
"I-" I began.
"What?" She asked, sounding a bit confused.
"I love you, Annabel." And that was the first time I've ever told someone I loved them, and I meant it.
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IMPORTANT:
Okay, so I'm gonna start off by saying when Harry says it was the first time he's ever told someone he loved them, I mean besides his family, but just know that he doesn't really say it to them that often either.
ALRIGHT. NEXT.
I actually got the picnic idea from High School Musical 2!
I'm on an updating streak!😂 But sorry this chapter is kinda poorly written, and sorry it's kinda short!
I love you guys, even if there's no one reading (: