My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Eleven

~~~Tessa & Harry are still in primary school by the way guys which still makes them 7yrs old~~~

Tessa POV

Harry and I were currently at the park near our house. I was on the swing, and Harry was close behind me pushing me higher.

My arm released the swing carefully as I attempted yet again to move the branch that our ball got stuck in. 

I groaned as I just missed the branch by a few centimetres. 

"Harry, I cant reach it." I grumbled, pouting my hands on my lap.

"Come on Tess! You can do it." Harry yelled encouragingly. "Just don't fall and break anything." He added quickly under his breath. 

I swayed back and forth for a few times until finally shaking my head. If I didn't do it, nobody else was so I guess I kind of had no choice.

"Alright fine," I yelled back. "But give me a good boost!" 

And that he did.

With his push and my big reach, I managed to push the branch hard enough to get the ball to bounce back on the ground. I heard Harry cheer from below as I tried to remember how to stop the swing. 

Being still kind of new to this, I tried grabbing on to the swing next to me in hope it would slow me down.

It didn't.

Instead it sent me flying off my swing and face first in the sand pit. 

Harry came rushing to my side, giving me a helping hand, but of course he was laughing his head off. I pursed my lips sourly as I watched his cheeks turn red from laughing so hard.

"You just- off the swing-" He said between breaths, holding his stomach. 

I rolled my eyes at him and yanked at one of his curls showing from his cap. I did that to him all the time when he made me angry and usually it got a response out of him. 

He immediately stopped and tucked them back under neath.

"You're going to pay for that." He threatened with a cheek grin that I had grown to realise meant danger. As fast as I could, I sprinted in the opposite direction, but he was hot on my heels. We were both laughing as we dodged each other around the trees, each of us tripping over the un-earthed roots. 

When my feet came to a stop, and I looked down at the steep hill in front of me, I got an idea. Harry was almost caught up to me, so I quickly got on my knees and on to my stomach and rolled all the way down the hill. My hair was latching on to every single leaf I rolled over and my uniform was probably all soiled, but I didn't care.

When I reached the bottom, I bolted up with a huge grin on my face. Harry was still at the top, looking reluctant to come down. 

"Come on, Harry!" I urged from down bellow. 

He shook his head miserably as he gazed back down at the height. I face palmed myself and sighed. How come I always forget Harry was scared of heights? 

My feet ran back up the hill, until I finally reached the top again; panthing. I rested my head on Harry's arm as I tried to catch my breath. Let me tell you, it's a lot easier going down than coming up. 

"I'll go down with you." I finally said as I felt the air come back in my lungs. 

Harry nervously fiddled with his fingers, chewing on his bottom lip. 

"It'll be fine." I tugged on his arm gently, leading him over to the edge. It wasn't really all that high up, but I imagine for a person with fears of heights it must be intimidating.