Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine - Magic

Cause you, you've got this spell on me

I don't know what to believe,

Kiss you once, now I can't leave,

Cause everything you do is magic.

- "Magic", One Direction

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This weekend was unbelievable. No other word for it.

I lay in bed, silencing my alarm, just thinking. This weekend started with me dating Niall Horan, and ended with me getting kisses from Harry Styles at the park.

I touched my lips, recalling the smoothness and rough movements of Harry's mouth. He knew what he was doing when he kissed me, and it sent sparks of glee down my spine.

Smiling to myself, I pulled on a one-shoulder black sweater and a pair of skinnies. Just as I was lacing up my boots my phone let out a bleat.

Morning, beautiful. xx - H

I beamed. I felt like a thirteen year old who was going through her first crush. Hi, handsome. x

I dropped my toothbrush to read Harry's new text: You know, doll, you really should close your window when you change. Don't want anyone else to see you in your purple underwear but me. xx

I started to type an furious response, but I froze. If Harry saw me in my window, that means he was...

I stumbled to my cloudy window, yanking it open. Chilly winds bit at my cheeks.

I saw the familiar, tall, curly haired guy smoking a cigarette. He was leaning against a black car, parked outside my driveway.

My heart did three cartwheels. I clumsily yanked up my backpack, taking the stairs two at a time.

I darted down my driveway, bounding right into Harry's arms. I could hear his raspy laughter as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. I inhaled his sweet smoky scent, shutting my eyes.

"Someone's excited," he murmured.

"Someone shouldn't watch me change clothes."

Harry leaned away, sucking on the end of his cigarette. I noted his outfit - his open leather jacket, black Ramones shirt, skinny jeans. I saw his Ray Bans sunglasses poking out of his pocket. He exhaled just then, tendrils of smoke dancing from his full, perfectly shaped lips. "You're the one who left your window open. You have a cute ass, by the way."

Heat exploded to my face, and I let my head hang down. "Oh, god."

He chuckled, dropping the dying cigarette to the ground and stepping it out. "It's a compliment. Now get yourself in this car."

"Wh-what?" I stammered. My eyes trailed to the sleek car, wandering to the passenger's side. "This is nice," I said, surprised.

"You think?" Harry stroked the hood, smiling down at it. "She's a '66 Mustang. She's my baby."

I giggled at the little spark in Harry's emerald eyes. He was obviously really fond of it. "Why not your bike?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, half of his mouth pulling up in that teasing smirk. "Would you rather I had brought the bike, baby?"

"N-no, but..." I trailed off, checking the time on my phone. "Shit, Harry, we've gotta get going!"

He laughed. "Fuck, you're cute. Come on."

XXX

I stared at Harry as he pulled down the street of my neighborhood. His tongue flashed out over his lips. "Something on my face?" he asked teasingly. "Besides your eyes, I mean?"