One Shots.

Two Of Us.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!" I shrieked as whipped cream smashed into my face. I cannot believe Harry just did that, and especially in front of all his fans. Of course, all eyes were suddenly on me, and hundreds of girls hands were out, pointing their cameras on the spot where Harry and I's picnic blanket was set up. I was pissed. There was that familiar laugh right next to me, coming from the form of where my boyfriend sat, having trouble breathing due to his laughter.

     "Ugh, Harry!! This. Is. Not. Funny." I wiped my hands all over my face, trying to get the whipped cream off. Cameras were still capturing this moment. Great, I'll have to see all these directioners post a video all across different social network platforms. It does not help at all how there's gonna be hundreds of different angles and versions this was shot at.

     "Yes, it"- his laughter -"is"- a chuckle-"Em.."- a quieter chuckle. After his amusement died down, I stared at my hands where it was covered with the white dessert topping, and thought of revenge (cue evil smirk).

     "No. No, no no no n-" Harry was already up and running as I, too, got up to chase him. Again, all the cameras were following our movements as the two of us ran around -Harry trying to steer clear of me, and me trying to get to him.

     Being the wonderful best friends that Zayn and Liam were, they intervened in his mad escape and got Harry's hands secured behind his back and held him still in his spot. My poor boyfriend tried to loosen their grip but Team Ziam were obviously too strong for a lone Team Harry to take down.

     "Emilia, I swear, if you get any of that on me I will-" TOO LATE!! MUAHAHAHHA!!! Of course, Harry was cut off with my hands attacking his face and getting whipped cream all over. I broke out into a loud roar of laughter, and pretty soon, all their fans did too.

     "Oh, god. That was hilarious, Em." Louis came and stood behind me, both of us standing a foot or two in front of Harry, admiring my piece of work on his face.

     Zayn and Liam had released him, clutching their stomachs in laughter. Harry was mysteriously walking closer, his face still messed with the cream. My face was already wiped off... oh, no. He wouldn't!

     As I turned around, I didn't even get to take a step as his strong hands wrapped around my waist and turned me around, crashing our lips together. Once again, there was the sticky whipped cream on my skin for the second time today. I felt him smile into the kiss, making my insides melt and those damn butterflies to fly like crazy inside my stomach.

     "You taste good." Harry said, our lips still attached.

     "You're a perv, you know that right?" I giggled, looking up into his soft green orbs. His arms were still around my waist; mine coming up to circle around his neck.

     "Only for you, babe" He said, touching our forheads together.

     "What is that even supposed to mean?" I laughed.

     "I don't know, but it sounded romantic and I don't really have a good comeback in mind." He chuckled.

     We attached our lips again. I swear that the brightest, loudest, most grandest magnificent fireworks exploded right then and there.

     I forgot that the boys' fans, who came to Primrose Hill for a charity picnic, were all staring at us.

     I forgot that around us, there were cameras flashing and the sound of the shutters were everywhere.

     I forgot that his face, and now mine, was smothered in delicious whipped cream.

     I was 100% sure that he was feeling the same way I was everytime there was a moment like this, which was every second we spent together.

     Because with Harry and I, it was just the two of us.

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Ahahahaa... yeahh... just came up with this in my head and wanted to write it down... anyone like it? yes? ...no? aha thats okayy... feedback pleaseee?? ohh well. I tried. *sighh* ahahaaa idk i feel awks now so um bye hope you enjoyed this cute little thing XD