"So you haven’t seen him in how long?" Your best friend asks over the phone, as you get ready to go meet Harry - a ‘friend’.
“Four months.”
“Because he’s been on tour. With the most popular boy band of today.”
“Correct.”
“And he has feelings for you? Still?”
“I believe so. We’ll see today.” You tell her, a little nervous.
“Holy shit.” Both of you laugh and you tell her that you need to go. “Wait.”
“What?” You ask.
“Where are you meeting him?”
“At one of those docked carnival things.”
“Aw . . That’s so cute! Okay, good luck. Chow.” She hangs up and you let out a nervous sigh.
* * *
As you walk up to the gates, you don’t see Harry anywhere, so you decide to go in and sit at one of the two person tables. You go to text Harry to tell him where you are when you two hands on your waist. You freeze. Looking down, though, you recognize them, even though you haven’t seen them in four months.
“Guess who …” His deep, raspy voice whispers in your ear, causing shivers to crawl down your spine.
“Hmm … Let’s see . . It couldn’t be Harry, could it?” You guess in a sweet voice. He spins you around.
“How’d you guess??” He winks and you hug each other - a moment longer then friends would. When you look back up, you notice something new.
“You cut your hair!” You exclaim, reaching up to ruffle it. “It looks nice!”
“Thanks. You look beautiful . .” His eyes skim down your body and you feel yourself blush.
“Thanks, Harry . .”
* * *
“Hey, y/n!” You hear Harry call your name as you come back, soft pretzel in hand. You don’t see him at first, but then you see a head of curls popping out from behind a massive teddy bear. “I won this for you!” He says excitedly.
“Aw, Harry! It’s so fluffy!” He beams at you proudly. You take it from him and hug it to your chest. “Can we take it to your car?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
Opening the back door to put the teddy in, you bend over and plop it in. When you stand back up and close the door, you notice Harry staring at you.
“What?” You ask, getting slightly nervous.
“Oh nothing.” He says, smiling slyly. You start to walk away, back to the carnival, when he grabs a hold of your wrist.
He turns you around so that your chest bumps into his lightly. He looks down into your eyes. Damn, he has some amazing green eyes.
His large, gentle hands reach up and cup your face so softly you can hardly feel them. Slowly, you both lean in to share a first - and very passionate kiss.
