Shades Of Styles

Boy next door part 4

"So were here" I place my hand out and let Harry place his hand on mine, I place my other hand under my chin and give him my best flirty eyes. "Now what?" I ask. He stays silent for a few beats and then opens his mouth to speak.
"Ever since I met you, I thought about this moment. You know, being here at a nice fancy restaurant staring into your eyes. I like you a lot."
"I know you do Harry. I like you too" I smile.
"Well, I guess since were here we should eat" he pulls away looking at his menu and I mimic his actions.

"I thought we were suppose to 'discuss interests' " I ask, quoting him from earlier today after we order our food.
"Sorry, my bad...whats your favorite color?" He jokes and I laugh.
"Well, since you asked...its (y/f/c)."
"Oh. Well mines green" he nods.
"Like your eyes?" I stare into them.
"Oh, you like them" he smiles.
"Very much" I humor him.
"Good because I can't stop staring at yours" he leans in.
"Alright...its getting too cheesy." I laugh and pull from his stare.
"You're right." He nods with a smile.

After we finish our date, I find myself making out with him on my couch, me gripping his hair and his hands at my sides, pushing my against the arm rest. Then I pull away when a thought pops in my head.
"Whats wrong?" He asks breathlessly.
"I just...I like you." I wipe my mouth and stand up, fixing my hair.
"I like you too" he nods, a confused look plays on his face.
"I'm sorry I just...every time I like a guy, I ruin it by jumping into sex quick. It ruins everything. And I look at you and...I dont want to lose you."
"So you want to take it slow? I can do that. I like you a lot." He agrees.
"Thank you." I nod sitting back down.
"I'll go then?" He asks and I nod. He stands up and I walk him to my door.
"This was fun" I smile.
"See you soon?" He questions.
"Of course" I say and kiss his cheek.

A week later
Theres a knock at my door and I stand up from my couch, fix my ruffled shirt and pull my sweat pants so theyre correct, wipe the cheeto dust off my hands and face and walk to the door, pulling it open to see Harry with a bouquet of flowers. 
"Harry" I cough, smoothing my messy hair. If it were anyone else, anyone, I wouldn't care how I looked but to a very cute guy I've been dating for a week, I am embarrassed. Embarrassed because its my day off of work and I wanted to stay in my sweats eating cheetos, watching a New Girl marathon instead of hanging out with him.
"You look nice" he smiles and pecks cheek and then hands me the flowers, daisies if Im more specific. I gesture for him to come in and he does, i close the door and he walks in the living whilst I stay in the kitchen and he turns to face me.
"What brings you around?" I ask, setting the flowers down.
"It's just...its been a week and we haven't hung out. I know we're taking it slow but at this rate we'll be married at 70" he jokes.
"Marriage?" I laugh lightly.
"Was that too forward...I meant we'll be breaking up?? I guess now that's I've said that" he says awkwardly and sits down but I find it very humorous and cute.
"Well if we're breaking up, you should go" I smile whole heartedly. His akward smile turns into a nice, genuine one.
"Seriously now (y/n). We should go on a third date already." He sighs.
"I'm not in the mood to go out to a restaurant and make gooey eyes at each other" I groan, sitting down folding one leg under my thigh and folding my arms against my chest.
"How about we do what you're doing right now...only it'll be a date." He offers.
"You mean sit in our sweats and watch New Girl?" I raise an eyebrow curiosuly at him.
"Exactly that."
"Sounds like my kind of date" I agree. He smiles and sits down next to me taking the bag of cheetos from off the table and I click play. We sit and watch Jessica Day and the rest of the gang for the rest of the night and its perfect.