The End Of You And Me | BOOK 1 (Completed) & 2 (Currently Writing)

TEOYAM | 08. City Lights

"Oh, sorry. Sorry ma'am. I'm deeply sorry for-" I watched as Harry jumped and turned to face me with a startled look on his face. His reaction caused me to erupt in laughter. I thought it was cute how surprised he was and that he didn't even recognize my voice. I had to hold on to his shoulder just to keep my balance as I laughed for a good fifteen seconds or so.

"I was only gone for two weeks and you can't recognize my voice anymore? I'm appalled, Styles." I joked, finally able to breathe and not laugh at the poor boy.

"Well, you're fifteen minutes late. Isn't there that saying about arriving early? The early bird catches the worm? Or is it punctuality is key?" He chuckled as I let him go.

Taking a deep breath, I smiled at his accusations and tilted my head to the side. "I'm sorry, okay? My flight got delayed and I still had to go home to Sagaponack, which is two hours away from this place. I beg not to live in the Upper East on the weekends." I explained, taking the way he looked from head to toe and nodding in approval.

So he may not be wearing designer, I honestly don't even know where he got his coat, but he looked dashing nonetheless. He was dressed just like everyone else and to the normal eye, you wouldn't even notice that his coat wasn't new. But of course, we were in a place where everyone was wearing their best ensemble and everyone's eyeing everyone else that wasn't them. He makes it up with the way he carried himself, though. Harry was always respectful of other people, regardless of how they reacted towards him.

I was about to compliment his outfit when he spoke about my outfit first. "You look sub-par." He scrunched his nose and made hand gestures to make his act seem convincing. I gasped, hitting him playfully on the arm.

"Heeeyy, this isn't-," I checked my dress and shoes before turning my attention back to the boy with narrowed eyes. "I don't think that guy from the valet agrees with your judgment. Nor does that guy who just walked in and almost stepped on the back of his wife's stilettos. The nerve." I shook my head and was about to roll my eyes again, but I got distracted by the smirk on his lips. I smiled instead. I was about to let it go when he laughed so hard out of nowhere. I watched him with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to stop laughing and smiled teasingly at me instead. I was curious as to what the boy was thinking, the way I always was. There was something about him that captured my attention and I just wanted to know more.

"I'm never complimenting you. Mark my words, you cheeky boy." I poked him on the cheek, just where his dimples were. I watched him laugh and it was so intoxicating, I found myself laughing too. I wasn't one to care about what anyone thinks of me and how I looked anyway, but I hoped he thought I looked nice too, at the very least.

"I wish I had those." I spoke as my eyes landed on the space in his cheek where I poked him.

"Dimples on you, eh?" He scrunched his nose and shook his head, "I don't know, Ronnie. It would be... weird."

"Weird? Why would it be weird? Because you're not used to seeing me with them?" I raised an eyebrow at him and tilted my head to the side, a smirk played on my lips. I was expecting another hit to my ego since I did make him feel uncomfortable for fifteen minutes or so outside the Plaza earlier, but what I didn't expect was what he did next.

He placed an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, kissing the top of my head before he let me go. "No, it's because you don't need those anymore. I think you look beautiful with or without dimples."

Did he just-?

I do not need that kind of distraction this early in the night.

"Preferably without dimples." He added, making me nudge him on the side.