Imagine You’ve been working with Harry at the bakery for a few months and he’s swapped shifts with you because you’ve had a lunchtime date, however the date’s gone horribly wrong and you run into the bakery simply because you just need to be somewhere warm where you can sit down. Harry: Oh my days are you okay? He runs over to you and opens his arms to hug you but you storm past him round the back of the shop where no one can see you. Harry: Babe what happened? He’s followed you out, after putting the closed sign on the front door. You: He double booked that’s what. You finally snap marching over to the kettle, filling it up you slam it back down with force. Harry: Did you even really like him? He asks gently. Dropping your eyes you fold your arms defiantly. You: It was just nice to be asked you know. Harry moves into the small room. You: It’s been a while since I had a date and I thought he was nice you know. Your voice is calmer now as the hurt seeps in. Harry is now standing in front of you. Harry: I ask you every Saturday afternoon if you want to go to the movies, out for dinner, come round mine. You lift your eyes to meet his. You: As friends though? You say not feeling certain of your own words. Harry gives an ironic smile. Harry: No, not as friends, I thought that was obvious. You shrug unsure of what to do you’d written Harry off thinking he was out of your league. Harry: How can I make this obvious? He ponders out loud a tease to his voice as his hands fall either side of your against the counter, his breath hits your cheek, you raise you head to him, his lips hovering over yours. His eyes flick from your eyes to your lips a few times before he closes the gap pressing his lips to yours, you find yourself relaxing against him instantly. Unfolding your arms, you run your fingers up his arm, squeezing his biceps gently as you grant his tongue entrance to your mouth, he pushes himself up against you, the counter digger into your back his want digging into your thigh, as you tug lightly at his curls he breaks the kiss. Harry: Movies tonight? You can’t help but smile at him. You: Sure thing Styles. It’s a date. ~@superjamcruzhoran
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 09:20:16 +0000
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