Harry Styles- hopelessly devoted

Chapter 12

As we settled into the warmth of the car, which was likely another rental, I felt the anticipation of what was ahead of me. The soft sound of the engine being turned on filled the silence between us. 

"Mind if I turn on the heat? It's pretty cold." I asked, reaching for the dials in front of me. 

"Of course." He replied. I turned the heat on maximum and the fans on the highest setting they would go. Slightly cool air settled onto my face, but I knew it would warm up eventually. The car was fragrant with the scent of pine. I noticed a small tree air freshener hanging from the review mirror.

Harry adjusted himself in his seat and reached over to the center counsel. He flipped on the heated seats and smiled. "Thought this would be nice," he commented. I smiled in response to his gesture. Such a gentleman.

"Do you have a favorite hot cocoa place?" He asked. I realized that Portland was likely not a place he visited often. I turned to face him and was immediately distracted by his profile. His face was illuminated by the dashboard lights, and I noticed the way his jawline set in focus. He was handsome, no doubt about that. But something about the way he looked tonight really piqued my interest.

"Oh, yes. There is a little cafe a few blocks away. They make the hot chocolate very ravishing," I replied with a giggle.

"Ravishing sounds just right," he said, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

As we drove down the street, I took in the sights of the holiday lights twinkling around us. Harry turned on the radio and Christmas music began to play. Comfortable silence sat between us as we listened to the soft hum of the radio.

We quickly arrived at the cafe. As we exited the car, I came to the realization I was with Harry Styles. Not just Harry, but the Harry. My palms became sweaty at the thought of him being recognized. It made me nervous. 

"Hey, Harry?" I questioned, stopping in my tracks in front of the cafe.

He turned around ahead of me. "Yea?" He questioned. 

I must've looked nervous, because he quickly rushed to my side and put a hand on my shoulder. 

"Everything okay? We don't have to come here if you don't want to." He said, rubbing the spot on my shoulder where his hand was. 

I immediately was put at ease. Having Harry's touch brought a sense of comfort that I never knew before. His strong yet delicate hand was all I ever wanted to hold. I decided to be brave and take the next step.

I reached my hand up and placed it on his. I smiled warmly and moved it down in front of us. I held his hand for a moment. I took my other hand and grabbed his other. His hands were soft and welcoming. Harry grinned for a moment and looked down at our hands.

"Your hands are so small, Char. How do you ever hold anything?" He said with a beaming smile.

I laughed, not realizing this made me hold his hand tighter. "I can think of one thing to hold onto." 

Harry raised an eyebrow and a playful look plastered across his face. "Oh really? And what might that be?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I came to the realization I was dealing with a rather playful human. "A certain someone's hand." I teased, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

He chuckled. "Well, I suppose that certain someone is lucky." He intertwined his fingers with mine, the connection sending a rush through me.

"Shall we?" He questioned, gesturing toward the cafe with his body, our hands still linked. I glanced around quickly, expecting someone to recognize him immediately as he was out in the open. It seemed like the word was blissfully unaware.