I Was Texting Harry Styles? || h.s

Chapter 12

B l a i r e

Harry Styles. Who knew? I have been trying my best not to scream every time he would run his fingers through his hair or whenever he smiled. THAT CUTE AS HELL DIMPLED GOD DAMN SMILE. 

"Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch?" Harry asks. I smile and accept his offer.

Harry drives us to McDonald's. Really, Harry?

"How romantic of you," I smile sarcastically and roll my eyes.

"I try." Harry laughs.

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An hour later we are walking on the quiet street of Spaniards Road. Before I can even blink, Harry's fingers are intertwined with mine.

JESUS CHRIST PASS THE HOLY WATER OH MY LORD.

Harry realizes what he just did and immediately lets go of my hand.

"Sorry." He blushes.

I take his hand in mine and intertwine our fingers again. It's only been a day since we met, but it feels much longer.

He looks up at me, his green eyes blazing into mine. His cheeks are red and his breathing is ragged. Oh Harry my darling, please don't do that. I think I might faint.

"Blaire," he whispers and I smile at him.

"Harry," I say.

"You're really cute, you know that?" Harry smiles.

Did he just call me cute? 

Oh. My. God.

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A/N: Ayyeee it's getting hot in here