Wanna Win Your Heart (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 19 - That Was For Turning Into A Cheeseball

Hannah POV: 

I turned to look at Harry as we were driving down the streets as Holmes Chapel. He was concentrated on the road, with his eyebrows scrunched together. He's a hard thinker.

Suddenly, Harry pulled over in front of the floralists' and parked his Range Rover. We were getting Addie some flowers. Harry got out of the car and rounded the front to open the door for me. "Thanks."

"Anytime," he answered, smiling down at me, grabbing my hand. We entered the flower shop, a little bell jingling above our heads as the door opened. My nose filled with the scent of flowers, and I sneezed.

Right. Allergy season.

"Bless you," Harry whispered, his lips brushing my ear. I shivered, and looked up at him, but he only smirked.

Jerk.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A lady asked. She looked around mid thirties, she had her hair pulled back in a ballerina bun with some dark strands hanging loose around her face. She had tanned skin, and brown eyes. The name tag that was pinned to her green apron read 'Marissa'.

"We'd like some tulip bulbs please," Harry told her, playing with my fingers.

"Bulbs?" I questioned.

"Yeah we're going to plant them in front of Addie's gravestone." The corners of my lips tugged up at the idea.

Marissa placed the bulbs on the counter before asking us if we needed anything else.

"Um, a small watering can, a shovel, and a dozen roses please," Harry decided. Roses?

"What are the roses for, Harry?" I wondered, peering up at him.

"They're for you, love," he said cheekily, and I felt myself blush. I mumbled something incoherent about him spending money on me and looked at the ground.

"Is that all?" Marissa asked once she gathered the requested items. Harry nodded and paid.

"For you, m'lady," Harry winked, handing me the roses. I pecked him on the lips as thanks.

Such an awesome boyfriend. Marissa made a small 'aw' sound and smiled sweetly at us. I looked down, making my hair cover my face.

"Don't cover your face, babe, you're gorgeous," Harry whispered, making my face burn even more. I looked up at him to see him smiling softly. Not a smirk. A real smile. I love when he smiles like this. It's just plain old Harry, no popularity, no Nick. Just me and him.

I smacked him on the chest. Harder than I intended. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"For turning into a cheeseball," I stated simply, tightening my arms around the roses.

"Well, you totally ruined the moment," Harry sassed, and I raised and eyebrow, snorting. "What are you snorting for, hmm?"

"You're such a girl," I laughed.

"Only for you, babe," he mumbled, kissing my temple. "Well we best be off."

Harry guided me towards the door, his hand resting on my hip, and I twisted back to wave at Marissa, who did it right back.

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We were standing in front of the gates to the graveyard, Harry holding the tulip bulbs, watering can (which we had filled up), and shovel in a bag.

"Ready?" I asked Harry glumly. I do not like graveyards. Harry nodded and I opened the gate. We stepped through and began walking down the gravel pathway that was centered in the middle of the graveyard, gravestones lined up on either side. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy. We were in a graveyard, afterall. There was one of those crypt thingys at the end of the pathway, with two weeping willows on either side of it.

"I dont like graveyards," I mumbled, mostly to myself, as I rubbed my arm.

Harry put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, "I know babe, but do it for Addie."

Can't argue with that. I nodded solemnly as we approached a gravestone that read Addie's name. Harry bowed his head, and I noticed tears starting to fill his eyes.

"Hey hey hey, Harry. I didn't know you two were so close." I said, stepping in front of him to wipe away his tears with my thumbs.

"She gave me a lot of advice about you," he whimpered, staring down at the tombstone.

About me? "What do you mean, advice about me?"

"She told me to never let you go, because it'd break you," he whispered, tears freefalling. "I promised her I wouldn't."

His words made me tear up. He's the sweetest thing ever. I tilted my head up and kissed him hard.

"I love you, Hannah," Harry said, staring into my eyes as he brushed my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you more," I replied, smiling softly at him, as he pulled me in for a long hug.

And that's how we spent our day, planting tulips, cuddling, and celebrating Addie.

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A/N:

awe this was hard to write cuz I coudnt see through my freaking tears. :P

awwww tmh is almost over :( it was a relatively short story, but it was my first one, so.

haha anyways, see ya late

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