Eighteen {Harry styles fanfiction}

chapter 9

HARRY'S POV

As Lydia and I stood together under the big oak tree, candlelight illuminating the space around us just enough to give our skin a glow, I took the time to admire her.

I studied the way her long, damp, curly hair settled more flatly than usual on her shoulders. The shorter hairs that framed her face frizzed, sticking out a little, but it was cute.

Wow

I thought as I let myself take in her radiant beauty, standing so close to her.

Finally she's mine.

Much more.

I noticed that she wasn't making eye contact with me, so I removed one of my hands from her waist and put my thumb under her chin, forcing her gaze on me gently. She had the most beautiful emerald green eyes. A small smile spread across her face as her eyes interlocked with mine. She shivered a little.

"Do you want to go back to your place and dry off?" I asked her, still swaying back and forth with our arms connecting our bodies.

"Yeah, I'm getting really cold," she said softly, letting out a small laugh.

I removed my hands from her waist to blow out the candles. How unromantic.

When I finished, I decided on leaving the candles outside until later, not wanting to run to Lydia's house hands filled with candles. Instead, I found my hand occupied by Lydia's as we made a bolt for her house, rain still coming down rather heavily.

When we got to Lydia's house she pushed the door open and grabbed the towels she had brought down earlier for me when I first arrived. She handed me one and kept one for herself.

"You can change into your dry clothes in the bathroom, I'll be right back, I'm going to my room to change."

"Okay..." I agreed.

I picked up my dry clothes and went down the hall as Lydia quickly disappeared into her room.

I took off my wet clothes, hanging them over the shower rail and making a mental note to come get them before I go home.

I got out of the bathroom. Lydia wasn't around yet, obviously still getting ready, so I went to sit down on the couch in her living room. Shortly, she made her way in.

Her hair was up in a messy bun. She wore a baggy sweatshirt and some sweatpants. Even in sweats with messy hair, she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

"So, do you want to stay and watch a movie or something?" She asked me, snapping me out of the trance her mesmerizing beauty had put me in.

"Sure, babe, that would be really nice."

I hope she doesn't find it weird that I called her babe...

I thought nervously,

I mean, we've always been close, but it's different now. We both have to get used to the way things are now...

Much more...

"What should we watch?" She asked. I could see her cheeks flushing a bright rosy pink.

She's adorable.

"Your choice," I said smirking.

"Hmmmm...." her eyebrows furrowed as she thought deeply about the decision ahead of her. she bent over to pick out a movie from a stack of movies she had sitting out in front of her TV.

My eyes couldn't help but wander...

Ass..

I stared at her, intrigued, but quickly shook the thought.

COME ON HARRY! You respect women, they are not prizes. This isn't about ass, I need to show class. I am a respectable, careful, gentleman. Lydia is delicate and fragile and I am responsible for her. I want to protect her and respect her at the highest standards.

I corrected my thoughts.

Finally, Lydia decided on the Disney movie Tangled. I'm all for Disney movies. I'm a fan, I don't care if it's a princess movie or not!

Lydia popped the movie in the DVD player and sat down, nuzzling her head on my shoulder just below my chin.

The movie had only just started when Lydia took her head off my shoulder, looking up at me.

"Thank you so much for everything," she said, "you could have just showed up at my house and simply asked me to be your girlfriend. Thank you for the candles. You didn't need to do that, but thanks for making me feel special."

A smile took over my face, so much so that my cheeks burned and I thought my face could possibly fall off.

"I had to make it special," I told her, "you are such a special girl, Lydia."

She looked away from me again.

Why does she always look away?

I once again fixed her gaze on me. Once our eyes met, they could not look away or find new focus.

There we were, intently staring into the tiny universes that filled the other's eyes. We were magnetic. The uncontrollable pull seemed to bring our faces closer together slowly, and then it all happened at once.

This force that we had pulled us together; quick and headstrong. I don't think either of us had time to think, I know I sure as hell didn't.

But magnets are made to attract, and it a felt so right.

Here we were on the couch together, as much more than the "just friends" we had promised so long ago. Our lips moved in sync slowly, yet passionately.

After 18 years of just friends, we had reached new levels of togetherness within our first moments of being much more.