Fast Times In Times Square

How Cute

After eight holes I let Harry get ahead, little did he know I knew this course like the back of my hand. I was scared the cashier would talk to me by my name and blow my cover but luckily he just smiled.

"So I'm thinking I'll get a sundae with extra fudge and toppings'" he smiled, as he got a par 3

"Hope you're ready to pay for it," I laughed,

"I'm beating you so badly, the only way you can beat me is if you get a hole in one on each remaining hole, and they look pretty tough," he grinned, I just laughed and set up my ball on the next hole.

I shot the ball and it rolled over the hill and went straight in the hole. Harry looked shocked, I just smiled and gestured for him to take his shot. He shot his ball and it didn't make it over the bridge and it took him three more putts to get it over the bridge and then another to get it in the hole. He grumbled something inaudible and made his way to the next hole. Once again I hit the ball and it was another hole in one, Harry followed after me and got it in three. The game continued like that until we finished and I was victorious.

"You hustled me!" he whined after our game,

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, all I know is that you owe me an ice-cream," I grinned as we got in his car.

"And a kiss," he grinned, I just shook my head and looked out the window. After a ten minute drive Harry pulled up into the parking lot of a grungy looking icecream parlor that probably charged two dollars a cone.

"Oh, no way we're getting it here!" I said as I refused to get out,

"Why not?" he asked,

"Because this is cheap! You're cheap!" I argued,

"Whatever", he said as he pulled back out and drove away from the parlor,

"Where to then princess?" he grinned,

"Here just follow my directions," I smiled.

It was a longer drive, maybe twenty minutes, about five minutes in Harry took one of the hand that was resting in my lap and held it with his own, he held it the whole ride and I gotta say, it wasn't half bad.

When we finally reached our destination Harry's face was less than impressed, I took him to the most extravagant and expensive ice-cream parlor in NYC.

"Seriously?" he asked,

"Yupp!" I laughed as I released his hand and got out of the car. I went into the store and waited for a moping Harry to make his way inside. What a sore-loser.

"I can't believe I lost," he frowned,

"That's what happens when you get cocky Styles," I grinned and walked up to the cashier. It was late so we were the only people there. Harry took my hand as I decided on my order.

"I'll have a vanilla ice-cream sundae with m&ms, hot chocolate sauce, gummy bears, and sprinkles please," I smiled, Harry shot me a look that I had trouble deciphering, annoyance maybe? But I knew he was only joking, he ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, a $5 cone, Harry was getting ready to pay, the cashier spoke up,

"That'll be $18.50, please" she smiled as if that was a normal price, Harry's grip tightened, I chuckled and he shot me an unimpressed look, I laughed again at his face, he temporarily let go of my hand to pay and I immediately dug into my ice-cream. We walked out and sat on a nearby park bench together, we ate our ice-cream in a comfortable silence, occasionally smiling at each other until we were both finished. I went to a garbage bin and threw out my bowl I went to walk back but hit a hard surface. It was Harry, I smiled up at him and he smiled back,

"Thanks for the ice-cream Harry," I said softly,

"Yeah it's no problem, I think I owe you something else too," he grinned as his hand was placed on my cheek as his led our lips together.

This was it.

A kiss with Harry.

I'm nervous.

But excited.

Here we go.