Harry's P.O.V
Niall just tried making a joke with me. What was he trying to do? Lighten the mood?
I did laugh after taking about a minute or two to understand it. When I laughed, Niall instantly smiled. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I wish I could understand it. Maybe I should just get over it, or just ask him how he feels. I breathed heavy air out and sighed as I flipped my curls again. I had a craving for sweets all of a sudden - that doesn't make me sound feminine does it? I smirked to myself.
"Haz?" Niall raised an eyebrow at me. I hm-ed at him. "What are you thinking about?" Niall asked.
"You." I blurted out before stopping the words from rolling off of my tongue. I blushed tomato deep. The odd thing is was that I wasn't even thinking about Niall... at the time. I was thinking about dessert. I looked at them, his blue eyes staring back at me. His face was also red. But maybe it was his natural Irish-red cheeks.
"Harry...." Niall breathed my name. A Waiter came by to ask if we needed anything else.
"Dessert?" I asked sternly, rubbing my bottom lip with my index finger. The waiter nodded and listed his choices: New York Cheesecake, Brownie ale-mode, Apple Pie, and a milkshake. I ended up ordering the brownie ale-mode. The waiter walked away with the order in place. This left more time for me and Niall to socialize. I know Niall would be tempted for a bite. And I am glad to share with him.
About ten minutes later, the dessert was ready and put on the table in front of me. On a nice sized china, there was a thick brownie with some ice cream on each of the edge. There was carmel, hot fudge, whip cream, and nuts on top. An eclectic assortment, but It also looked delicious. There were two spoons and forks for Niall and I to dig in; which we did.
Niall put his fork into the brownie, picking up a gooey piece with hot fudge dripping from the piece. He placed it on his lips and ate it. Licking his lips from the fudge that was left as a mark of sweetness. I didn't even put my fork in yet, and I was licking my own lips looking at him. Niall looked up at me with suspicions, but I quickly took my spoon and took a spoonful of ice cream and ate it. The vanilla ice cream chilled and melted on my tongue as it slid down my throat. This was heavenly. But this place would be more like heaven if Niall could just admit his love to me like I always dreamed of.
