Amazing Grace (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9 - Dates and Ice Cream

I am literally buzzing with excitement and happieness. I think I have a slight clue of what Harry meant when he said celebrate. But I'm not entirely sure. I'm so glad that I got the scholarship. This is unbelievable.

After my audition Harry put my hand in his and lead me to the car where he drove to an ice cream parlor that he claims to be the best on Earth. We get out of the car and go inside.

Inside the shop is a checkered black and white floor with light green walls. There is pictures hung up all around and round red tables inside and out of the store. We head to the register and look at the menu hanging above us on the wall.

After a while Harry asks me, "Have you decided what you want?"

"Yea, I think I'm just gonna go with plain vanilla," I shrug looking away from the menu and at him.

"Are you serious. Out of the... 132 flavors of Ice Cream you're going to get Vanilla? Seriously?"

"Yea. Nothing wrong with Vanilla."

"Yea except the fact that it is so plain and its like drinking milk. Except slightly frozen. I'm ordering you something else," he states. I begin to open my mouth,"and I'm buying it before you can protest." I close my mouth.

"Go find a table and I'll get it. I want it to be a surprise."

"You're full of suprises lately," I say and go find a table. I find a table outside because the weather is nice and the sun is setting. I sit and wait for a few minutes before Harry comes back with a cup and two spoons. "Its called the Devil's Dessert. Thought it would suit you," he smirks.

I gasp pretending to be hurt."I said I wanted vanilla. Vanilla as in white. The color of angels," I say innocently.

"If you don't like it I will buy you your precious vanilla," he says reasoning with me.

The ice cream was chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate syrup with chocolate chip and chocolate crumble. I took a spoonful and instanty fell in love. I moan in delight.

"I told you," Harry smirks taking a spoonful.

"Its like, heavan. In a spoon!" I take another spoonful.

"Its really good, huh," Harry says with an edge in his voice so I feel like there is more coming.

"Yea..." I say hesitantly.

"Well its to bad you wanted vanilla," he says and quickly snatches it from the table right when I was about to get another spoon.

"Hey," I whine. "Why!"

"Oh, I thought you wanted vanilla?" he says innocently furrowing his eyebrows and cocks his head slightly to the side.

"You're mean. I thought we were supposed to be celebrating me!"

"I'm teasing! Here," he says slidinng the cup back on the table.

"No, I don't want anymore. Too many carbs," I say crossing my arms.

"Ok," he says poking his tongue in the inner part of his cheek.

"I guess I'll just eat the rest of it then," he says reaching toward the cup.

Not happening.

I grab it before he does and shove my spoon in it. I take a big scoop and he smirks. "Exactly what I thought."

"Whatever. Are we done here."

"Sure thing."

He gathers his things and I throw away the cup in the nearest trash can. I meet him back at the table and he pulls me next to him, his hand slithered around my waist. He kisses my cheek and I smile and he takes us back to his car.

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Once we are back at his house Harry motions me to follow him up the stairs. He jogs up and I'm right behind him. I follow him into his room and he jumps on to the bed. I smile at him and he straigtens himself up and leans against the headboard. He pats the space next to him and I gently, unlike him climb up onto the king sized bed. I lean into him and he turns on the TV. I feel sparks when he touches me and puts his arm around me.

"So I was thinking. We should go on a date. Like an actual date," he says emphasizing it with hand gestures.

"Do you now," I say smirking lifting up an eyebrow.

"I do," he says seriously.

"Well, you're not my type. Sorry," I say giving a sympathetic look and sucking my teeth. I sit up and look at him, my head resting on my hand.

"Oh," he says. He takes his arm from around me and looks kind of hurt. So that's how he takes rejection. He must like me.

I suddenly crack up. I lift my head up and start laughing. Harry gives me a strange look. "What is so funy. Laughing at my rejection?"

"No. I totally got you. Of course I'll go out with you. How could I not. You're caring, nice, generous, sweet, and you're not the worst thing to look at."

"How could you do that to me. I thought you really didn't like me," he says grabbing me. I squeal as he turns me around and slams me on the bed. I laugh and he's towering over me and we both laugh uncontrolably. Though when we do get it contained we stare in each other's eyes and mine cower away. I'm also not good with eye contact. Have I mentioned that? Harry leans down and kisses me. All I can feel is heat and electricity. The butterflies in my stomach are flutterig around everywhere. I kiss him back of course. I can't believe someone could make you feel this way. We break and for air but not for long because his lips are soon back on mine. They part and our mouthes move together. His tongue exploring mine. Soon his lips travel down my neck leaving marks before making their way back to meet mine. I kiss him once more before we part. Harry breathes out and moves from towering over me and lays close to me. We stay there in silence except for our breathing.

"I like kissing you," he says out of the random. My cheeks turn a shade of pink.

"Really?"

"Yea. Let me tell you, a kiss has never done this to me before." Harry places my hand over his heart. I feel his heart beating fast. I have a feeling that his heart is doing the same as mine. Pounding against my chest.

"And today. Your kisses taste like chocolate," he smirks. "Any idea why?"

"Way to ruin the moment," I laugh.

"Sorry," he says putting his hands up.

"I would let you feel my heart but my boob is kind of in the way," I smile.

"I dont see the problem," Harry says with a serious face.

"Oh my gosh." I laugh.

"So are you gonna let me feel or what?" Harry says now smiling.

"They're not that big," I say insecurely, looking down.

"Hey, no need for that. They're perfect." Harry lifts my head up.Thanks for the compliment. Of my boobs?

"Thanks...." I say unsure looking at Harry furrowing my eyebrows.Harry turns over so he is slightly hovering over me. He caresses my cheek and kisses me soft. While his left hand is on my cheek his right hand wanders down. Although I'm to caught up to think about it. Apparently, his hand finds a way to my breast and he squeezes it.

"Aye!" I squeak in suprise. I move from under him and slap him in the arm.

"Yep. Perfect," he smiles showing his teeth. I pull my shirt down and look at him, squinting my eyes, and glare. I turn over and get comfortable underneath the covers. Harry comes from behind and snuuggles into me.

I can't stay mad.