Harry leads me through the halls and out the front doors of the school.
"Do you mind skipping the rest of the day?" He asks and I shake my head.
"Good," he takes me to a beat up truck and opens the passenger door for me. I blush and get in. He hops in on the other side and puts the keys in the ignition.
"Where are we going?" I ask him.
"You'll see."
We drive down into town. He stops the car at PizzaHut.
"Wait here," he tells me and gets out.
As if I have anywhere else to go.
I turn on my phone.
One text from Charlotte.
btw, ive already slept with him. and guess what? i didn't wet the bed!!1! ;)
Figures.
Harry comes back carrying a box of pizza.
"PizzaHut?" I smirk at him and he shrugs.
"I work here, I get free pizza," he shrugs and I nod, as if I didn't already know that.
We end up going to the lake for a picnic. Harry's really romantic. I help him lay out the blanket and he gets out two bottled waters, paper plates, and the box of pizza.
By that time, I'm starving so I dig into the pizza. Harry laughs and it sounds like an angel has come down from heaven.
"Would it be rude of me to ask what you meant by Charlotte wetting the bed?" Harry asks after a while. I shake my head.
"No, not at all. You see, at one of our first sleepovers, she wet the bed. She made me swear not to tell anyone else."
"But you did..."
"Nope. I told her. You and Niall just so happened to hear it," I say cheerfully. Harry laughs again. I love his laugh.
"So tell me a little bit about yourself," I say to Harry. He swallows his food before answering, something Niall never did.
"I enjoy painting and drawing. And singing," he answers slowly.
"You're very good at art," I tell him and his face lights up.
"Thank you," he ducks his head bashfully.
"Though, I've never heard you sing," I poke him playfully.
"Maybe later," he winks at me. I blush.
"What about you?" He asks.
"Yeah, I enjoy making art. And cooking," I say.
"You'll have to make me something sometime," he smirks.
"Of course."
If I can ever get to Saturday.
We finish the pizza he goes to throw it away. Then I lay down on the blanket, staring at the sky.
"That one looks like a cupcake," I point to Harry when he comes back from the trash can. He looks up and nods.
He sits down next to me, putting his hands underneath his head.
"That one looks like a hippo with a sun hat," he says, pointing to a straggly shaped cloud. I laugh and shake my head.
"No, it looks more like a llama with wings."
We point out more oddly clouds and as we do, I slowly move closer to him.
"Wanna go get some ice cream?" Harry asks suddenly, and rolls over to face me. I do the same, and my breath hitches.
One push and our lips would be touching. We would be kissing.
"Yeah," I breathe, and Harrys eyes stare deeply into my own brown ones.
Reluctantly, I get up and he slowly follows.
"Let's go then," he takes my hand in his and together we skip down the sidewalk.
