Inked [Harry Styles]

xx. entwined

 -Evelynn-

After Harry’s somewhat of a revelation last night it was safe to say that I was very nervous. Not only had the boy that I had been pining for asked me on a long awaited date, it was underneath the stars which had been my dream night since Year 2.

His Marcel technique surprised me as well. I had never even contemplated Harry looking very - dare I say it - cute as a dork but he had made me laugh which I always looked for in a guy. The only problem I had come across whilst preparing for our date was what attire I was going for.

Harry had never mentioned where we were going and what we were doing apart from a picnic and the only vague details I knew were that I was too meet him in the hotel lobby at dead on midnight. I had no idea whether to dress classy or casual, sassy or sweet or just overall ‘date like’.

I was pondering how the date was going to turn out the whole of the day and when it got to only a small amount of hours before it, I was panicking beyond belief. I was sat at the dressing table in our hotel room with my hair un-styled and my face scrubbed of makeup, the sweatpants covering my legs seeming nowhere near the look I was thinking about.

It was only when my phone buzzed and made the ‘ping’ noise which could only mean a text, I woke up from my dreamless state. I slid my finger across the screen and realised that Harry had texted me from the room next door giving me a subtle hint on what we were doing when the sun set.

Harry: Dress classy, not trashy. See you at midnight .xx

So it was going to be a posh date. That was all the information I needed to be able to open the mahogany wardrobe which held all of Harry and mine’s clothing. I flicked through all the items when I accounted a short flimsy white dress. I picked it out and held it against my chest just to check whether it still fit me.

To my delight, the dress still seemed to fit me and I squealed in upmost delight. I mentally picked the perfect strappy wedges to go with it and the beach waves I was going to place my blond hair in.

Immediatly, I scurried into action. I shimmied the white dress on and tied the strings round the back of my neck. I gathered both of the shoes from the back of the wardrobe and slipped them on my feet, glad that they weren't the highest shoes I've ever walked in. I then proceeded to curl my hair so it fell over my shoulders in loose waves. Then I applied minimal makeup because if Harry was like most of the male population then he would despise it if I wore too much makeup.

After I had finished getting ready, I checked the clock on my phone and my heart skipped beat, I had a minute to get down to the lobby. I grabbed my phone and purse and rused out of the door. Deciding that the stairs were the best option I ran down them as quickly as I could before skidding down into the lobby.

I eyed Harry up where he was waiting patiently and checking his watch. I jogged up to him, panting since I was probably the most unfit person on the planet. I did look at what attire Harry was going for and was relieved to see that he wasn't in tracksuit bottoms and a tee.

"You're late," He said simply when I reached him and I panted out an apology. "It's fine, I was joking, lets get this date on the roll!" He said and held out his hand. 

I slid my small hand into his larger one and we left the lobby. It was a good thing it was midnight because the media would have had a field day with our hands enclosed. We walked and talked about simple matters before we reached a deserted beach.

Harry led me over the sand dunes and onto the beach with our fingers still laced together. When we got further onto the beach I noticed a picnic mat intricately placed right underneath a clump of stars. I couldn't help but smile since Harry had gotten everything right. 

When we reached the tartan mat, I tried to elegantly sit down but ended up just collapsing on the ground because it was far too hard to fall down gracefully. Harry plopped down beside me and unloaded the hamper that was sat next to him. 

He threw me a Coca Cola bottle which when I got it I was throughly confused but when I twisted it round I saw that it was personalised with my name. I wondered where on earth he had managed to find one with my name on was beyond questioning. 

"How did you find one with Evelynn on it?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed. 

"That is for me to know and you to never find out!" He said with a swift tap to the right side of his nose. 

I noticed the platter of food that was set out beside us and took a raspberry from the tub and Harry smirked. 

"Hungry?" He said playfully.

"Yes, you forced me to have no dinner!" I exclaimed in protest. 

"Well maybe that is a fair point, dig in," 

With that command, I took every piece of food possible and made myself have a tiny pile of goodness in front of me. 

The date went exactly as Harry had planned, we talked and laughed underneath the dull light of the moon and stars. When the food had dissapeared we somehow managed to lay down next to each other. Going a step forward, I moved my hand so our fingers were entwined and Harry gave my palm a comforting squeeze. 

"This is perfect," I mutered, afraid to break the silence. 

"So you like it then?" I got an answer back.

"I love it," 

"Good,"

In that moment, everything was perfect and I made the shock decision to let Harry in, I was going to get further with him...

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A:N: I know this is super fluffy but oh well, ya can't go wrong with a bit of fluff, plus everything is going to shake up in the next chapter!

Gif on the side is Harry killing me omg, it kills me so bad does that gif! 

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Dedication goes to literally one of my best friends Abby whom I love so so so much and abz, we need to talk more! I will kik you! mwah ♥