birds // hs

7. "Dating"

At exactly seven o'clock that night I heard Harry Styles knock at my front door, followed by my Pops' laughter and then Harry trudging up the stairs.

He busted in without knocking so of course I squealed, my hands trying to cover as much of my bare chest as they could. Thank goodness I had my shorts on already.

His eyes, now hooked on every part of me, grew wide as he saw my shorts. "You're wearing those?" I nodded. "Fuck yes. You look hot."

"Thank you, now turn around," I said hurriedly, my arms still crossed tightly over my chest as he smirked. "Harry, you're going to make us late."

"We're not in a rush," he grinned. "And it's nothing I haven't seen before. I like your tits anyway."

I could never turn down a compliment about my chest because I was pretty self conscious about it. For a girl my age, my boobs were tiny. I could still buy bras from the tween section of Target and boys noticed too.

So to hear Harry Styles say he liked them was a big deal to me. "Really?"

He walked around my room and looked at the pictures in my frames, his long fingers occasionally reaching out to skim over one.

"What?"

"I was asking if you really liked my boobs."

"Your tits are amazing," he chuckled, throwing a sly glance at my still naked torso. "They're perfect, especially for grabbing in public."

My eyes widened but he just laughed and finally turned away so I could slip my bra and V-neck over my head.

"You look nice," I commented casually. He was wearing a plain white, long sleeved Polo and some dark blue shorts, no shoes needed apparently. He looked like every girl's dream. "Very...preppy."

"Preppy? Fuck," he scowled, now glaring down at his outfit with disdain. "I hate preppy guys."

I smiled sweetly. "I don't."

"You seem like the type," he scoffed slightly.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing babe." He gave me a big grin and I rolled my eyes. "Ready?"

"Yep. Where are we going?"

"A restaurant."

I flicked his arm. "Stop being a child."

"I'm not the child here, sweetheart."

I called goodbye to my Pops and Harry held the door open for me, his hand slapping my butt as I walked by.

"Can I ask you something?" I wondered as we got into his big Range Rover.

"Ask away."

"What do you do in the winter? Do you still work here or do you have another job?"

"I'm a professor at Florida State," he chuckled. My jaw dropped. "I can't believe I didn't tell you that. Huh."

"A professor?" I asked incredulously. "Of what?"

"Twenty-first century literature."

"No you're not," I shook my head as he grinned. "You're pulling my leg."

"I'm not, sunshine. My ID badge is in the glovebox if you don't believe me."

I decided that I did believe him so I settled back and closed my eyes, a smile forming on my lips as I felt his thumb mindlessly stroking my thigh.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I sighed, my eyes still closed as I nodded. "Sure."

"Why did you break up with your boyfriend?"