He has my heart. L.s.

32

We sit in the Cinema waiting to watch the film, for once it's not a horror film. It's suppose to be a cheesy comedy. I intertwine Harry and I's hands.
"You okay?" I ask kissing his hand. He smiles nodding. We went to dinner which was amazing.
Finally the flim begins I kick my feet up on the seat in front of me.

We laugh at the funny parts, and since we were away in the back row we made out too. Now as the film ends we stand up stretching our limbs.
"Wanna get something sweet?" I ask knowing his weakness is sweets.

"Is that even a question?" He smiles.

There's a sweets shop not to far from here. I drive us to it, when we walk in his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. "I'm buying," I say walking over to the m&ms. He wonders around overwhelmed by all the sweets. You'd think the boy never eats it. I smile at him watching him as I pick out candies that I want.

Finally getting my little bag thing full I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him from behind.
He jumps, but relaxes when he sees it's only me.
"What are you getting?" I ask.

"Chocolate," he answers. I laugh nodding.

I wonder over looking at more candies waiting for him to finish. Soon he does smiling the biggest I've seen. I pay for the candies the cashier lady giving us an odd look. I roll my eyes, probably homophobic.

On the way home Harry eat some of his candy, feeding me bits of his asking if I like it. I could not possibly be happier than I am right now, I used to be baffled on how Perrie and Zayn could be around each other 24/7 and not get tired of it, but I get it I don't want to leave Harry's side. I get the hole hand holding thing now too. It's not an act of possessiveness it's the act of having skin contact, and act of a silent I love you, and act of a plead not to leave. A plead to stay forever.

I glance over at him as he sets the bag in a cup holder resting his head on the window. Then he does something, something a little odd he uses his breath to fog the window then he draws a heart.
Not perfect but he draws a uneven heart. Then he smiles at it dropping his hand to his lap. I take it and bring it to my lips he smiles looking at me.

"You're cute," he mumbles.

I chuckle. "I'm cute?" I ask.

"Yeah," Harry mumbles shyly leaning up and kissing my cheek. "Really cute."

"You're an adorable kitten," I say glancing over at him. He smiles sheepishly.

Finally we get home, it's not late but it's late enough for the twins to be fast asleep. Harry and I walk in, I see Fizzy and Lottie sitting in the living room. Harry runs up stairs I plop on the couch beside Lottie. They smile at me raising their brows.

"How was your date?" They ask in unison.

"It was fun, so what do you guys think of Harry?" I ask.

"Boyfriend material," Fizzy says.

"He's cute," Lottie adds Fizzy nodding along.

"He's really nice to us, and lets you be with us when needed," Fizzy says.

"He's polite and respectful to Mum," Lottie says.
"Oh and he's smart!" Fizzy says. I laugh as they go on about my boyfriend all the qualities they like about him.

I'm just glad they adore him as much as I do. I don't know what I would've done if they hated him.

"Oh and most importantly he makes you happy,"
Fizzy says. I raise a brow.

"Wasn't I always happy?" I counter.

"No, well you were, but you weren't as happy and he's leading you into your old, dorky self and we like that," Lottie backs Fiz up. I nod Harry comes down in joggers and a jumper, the green jumper I loaned him.