Baby Lips

Chapter 27

I was feeling... confident. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I passed all my exams with flying colors and little to no studying, or maybe if it was the fact that Bonnie could not stop complimenting me on my poise today in ballet class, or maybe it was just the fact that I was having an extremely good hair day. Whatever it was that possessed me with such a surge of pride, I was thankful for it. Because going into a date with Harry Styles feeling good would probably help shake off the monstrous amount of nerves I felt. 

Shaking out my brown waves, I adjusted the scarf I had just wrapped around my neck as I checked my outfit one last time in the mirror. I didn’t want to seem as if I was trying to hard when it came to my appearance and since this date of ours was right in the middle of the day, I decided to go with an original Scarlett look. Nothing very fancy or revealing, but something cute that still showed off the God given assets I had. Which is why I chose a tighter pair of jeans to flaunt my bum.  

Finally pleased with how I looked, I swiped a thin layer of lip balm on and shoved the tin back into my purse before making my way out of my flat. I instantly tugged my mittens on over my freezing hands when I exited my apartment building. There was no snow on the ground yet, the air was just dry and cold and every gust of wind felt as though it was going to blow you half way down the street. 

So much for that good hair day. 

Harry didn’t tell me anything about our date. He just told me the name of the mystery location and demanded that I got a cab there. So like any girl would do, I did exactly as Harry Styles said. I hailed a cab and watched it screech to a halt. I quickly got in, wanting to warm my chilled bones, and told the stout driver the exact words Harry told me last night. The driver nodded his head and continued to straight ahead.  

I sighed, wiggling in the seat in hopes of becoming more comfortable back there, and let my mind wander. And of course, the only thing my mind could focus on was trying to catch and cage all of the butterflies that were roaming free in my stomach. It was getting to the point where the nervousness almost hurt, but I tried to numb the pain by keeping myself occupied. I separated small chunks of my hair and twisted them into small braids before untangling them just to do it all over again. I read funny tweets and shuffled through my timeline until I go distracted by the change in scenery just outside the window. 

I furrowed my eyebrows together as I wiped the condensation off of the glass with my mitten covered hand. We were no longer in the crowded town, filled with college students, and delis that I called home; we were in a place I had never ventured too. The grass looked as green as it did in the summer and the trees around were still clinging to their last leaves. Paths were paved in the forestry and I noticed a few people strolling along them as well as friends sitting on the benches that scattered throughout the place. 

We were at a park. A park I had never seen before. But as I kept gazing ahead, I noticed the familiar back to a head filled with wild chocolaty curls. Within the instant Harry turned around, with his face stern as he studied the passing cars, my nerves or butterflies or whatever was flying around down there instantly vanished. Only to be replaced with a surge of adrenaline that caused me to smile like an idiot and clutch my purse to my chest in anticipation of what this day had in store. 

The driver made a slow turn toward the entry gates to the park and came to a stop, only to turn around and anxiously wait for his money. I tossed it to him carelessly and thanked him before opening the car door and slamming it shut behind me. Realizing I probably looked like a little kid that was way too excited to run around in this park, I tried to cool myself off. I walked slowly even though my mind was telling me to sprint toward Harry. I tried to keep a relaxed face even though my lips kept twitching upwards in need of letting out the smile it was torturing itself with.