"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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"Do not look! I'm not done!" I said, probably for the hundredth time as I fix my ponytail. If you could even call it that since my hair was so short.
"I'm not!" I heard Harry's voice yell from the bathroom just as he had been yelling the other hundred times.
After our exciting confession earlier this week (and everyone else squealing in excitement - yes, even Zayn - after they begrudgingly paid each other for their supposed bet) Harry had asked me out on our first date. It was safe to say that I was nervous. Despite the fact that he had assured me many, many times that there was nothing to be nervous about.
But, our whole relationship was going in the wrong order (i.e. living together, and saying 'I love you' before even dating). I really couldn't help it but under that huge sense of worry was the ever-present excitement and the thought that everything was going to be okay, courtesy of Harry.
"Can I come in now?" Harry asked, grumbling. I had banished him to the bathroom so I could get ready for our date without him peaking. Granted, it was a bit over the top but it helped calm my nerves and I suspected Harry probably noticed that because he left without any argument.
"Yeah, sure," I hummed, smoothing down my top, nervously. His head poked from around the corner and when I saw the familiar smile accompanied with his dimples I had no choice but to smile back. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance and I blushed. It really was much, I was wearing a white turtleneck and plaid brown pleated skirt accompanied with fleece beige tights and long black boots since it was cold outside.
"Wow," He said, clearing his throat, "You look gorgeous."
I laughed a little, "Thanks. You look gorgeous too." And he did, he was dressed in a light blue short-sleeve button-up with black butterflies embroidered on it, he was also wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. His brown curls were tousled perfectly and fell just a little over his eyes. His hair was getting quite long with the length reaching just around his chin. I hoped he would keep it that way for a while.
"Done staring at me?" His accented voice asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up," I mumbled as a blush spread over my cheeks.
He grinned but said nothing but a hum, his hand reaching over to mine and interlacing them together. I smiled softly at the sight. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before speaking, "You ready?"
I nodded.
-🍒
There was something to be said about when he had that look on his face. No, it wasn't a look of mischief but a univocal one of pure love. That was the same look he was giving me as we both slid into the chairs at the diner. The same soft look that caused me to look away, blushing and thinking God, he'll be the death of me.
"Stop it," I muttered.
"Stop what?" He asked with a smirk. It was clear he knew what I was talking about.
