Love, New York

Sweater Weather

**Brooklyn**

It was uncomfortably hot when I woke up, I peeled my eyes open and immediately closed them when a light blinded me. I felt something heavy on my abdomen, as I go to push it away memories of last night flooded my brain.

*FlashBack*

"That did not happen!" I gasped at Harry.

"It did, you can YouTube it and you will see." He laughed as his cheeks turned pink.

"Just the pants right?"

"Yes! Thank god, it would have turned into another kind of show if he had managed to pull down my underpants as well." Harry chuckle at his own joke, "Now it is your turn to tell me your most embarrassing moment."

"Geez I have so many," I paused trying to remember one that could compare to his. "Okay I think it would have to have been when I was 14, there was this guy named Dakota Daniels who I had the biggest crush on and somehow Michelle convinced me it was a good idea to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance, when-"

"Sadie Hawkins dance?" Harry interrupted.

"It was a dance where the girls ask the guys, kind of like the Ladies Choice in HairSpray." I explained, Harry nodded at me that he understood before I continued , "Long story short, I decided to ask him after school and as I was walking towards where him and his friends were standing, when I was about five feet away from them I tripped  over my own feet and fell face first into a puddle. It was absolutely mortifying, I picked my self up and ran towards where my mother was parked and I didn't talk to Dakota again, which was rather difficult considering how small are town is."

"You have gone YEARS without talking to him cause you were embarrassed?"  Harry was roaring in laugher.

"Hey at least I didn't loose my pants in an arena full of people." I defended myself.

*End of Flashback*

I open my eyes once again to see Harry's long arm wrapped securely around my waist. He was laying on his stomach, his face was angled towards me and hair falling messily down his shoulders and around his face.

I rack my brain trying to remember when we fell asleep but the only thing I remember is us talking and laughing while lying on our backs trying to figure out if we were seeing stars or just planes overhead. A small smile creeped across my face as I stared at the man next to me.

Harry and I talked as if we have known each other our entire lives, he was the perfect gentleman. Not once did he pressure me into anything not even a simple kiss. I felt a tightening in my chest as I tried to commit this moment to memory, knowing this was mostly likely the last time I would ever see him.

"I can feel you staring at me," his deep voice laced with sleep interrupted my thoughts.

"I- I was not staring," I stuttered trying my hardest to keep from blushing after being caught. "You are a bit full of your self don't you think Styles?"

"I would be offend if it weren't for the fact you were indeed staring at me." He smiled yet to open his eyes.

"As if," I tried to hide the amusement in my voice.

"Don't be embarrassed sweets," Harry laughed tightening his hold on me to bring me closer to his body. He then lifted his head slightly to whisper in my ear "If it makes you feel any better I watched you as you fell asleep."

"Now who is the creepy one," I whispered back not being able to find the confidence I once had.

"It was quite adorable, one second you were mumbling about loving New York and then you fell asleep mid sentence."