Christmas Love (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Seventeen

The waitress comes back with our two cups of hot chocolate. Harry grabs the mug and takes a drink. I try to yell, "No babe! It's too hot." But it's too late. Harry sets down the mug, pulls his tongue out of his mouth, and fans it with his other hand. I try not to laugh, "Are you okay?" Harry puts his tongue back in his mouth, "I'll be fine. I just burnt myself." I reply, "Worst feeling ever." Harry slightly whines, "Uhhhuhh." I take a spoon to stir the cocoa. Harry does the same, "Why didn't I think of that?" He continues, "so tell me something about yourself." I answer, "Well I love the snow. Snowball fights, snow angels, and sledding is the best. Even though most of the time I regret it because I feel like I have hypothermia." Harry laughs, "You just gave me an idea for one of our dates." Harry moves a little bit closer to me, "tell me more." I reply, "Well a big part of the reason I got into the radio industry is because of my dad. He's like one of the top dogs, and that's why I can afford a condo in New York." Harry slowly takes a sip from his mug, being extra careful. Harry replies, "That's neat. What else?" When I look at Harry, I can see the tips of his bird tattoos, "I'm obsessed with tattoos." A grin spreads across Harry's face, "That's good to know, because I have like thirty. Do you have any?" I nod my head, "But not nearly as much as you." Harry asks, "Show me?" Harry's eyes widen when I start to lift up my shirt. Harry stares at my hip tattoo, "What does it say?" I lower my shirt, "It says live, laugh, love in Italian. I speak it fluently." Harry quickly bites his lip, "That. is. so. attractive." My cheeks begin to turn red again. I nudge him, "Now explain one to me." Harry takes off his jacket to show me his "G" tattoo, "It was a bet. I didn't have time to wait until after the football game to see if the Packers won so I just got it done." I ask, "So did they win?" Harry covers his face in embarrassment, "They lost." I remove Harry's hands from his face, our faces inches from each other. Harry playfully runs his fingers though my hair; he leans in to kiss me sweetly, leaving me wanting more.