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○ 5.7 :: Bloody Second Dates ○

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With Zayn and Priya dropped off at his apartment and Liam left at the frat house with his car, the atmosphere in the truck was quiet as we drove to my dorm. Our hands were intertwined in my lap where they should have been, me absent-mindedly fiddling with his fingers whenever he didn't need to shift gears or turn the indicator on. Finally we pulled into the car park of my dorm, neither of us moving but just staring up at the building.

"Hey," Harry called, breaking the silence. "Do you want to go up?"

I shrugged. "Not really."

"Me neither," he agreed, glancing at the clock in the dashboard. It read it 4:37 P.M. "Do you want to maybe... go somewhere? It could be our second date."

"Sure." I shifted in my seat, turning to face him. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have no clue," he admitted. "What do you like?"

"Why is this only about me?" I countered. "What do you like?"

He shrugged, leaning forward to rub my nose with his. "I like you."

I smiled and shut my eyes. "Y'know this is called an Eskimo kiss?"

Harry immediately leant back and I opened my eyes once more. "Way to emasculate me, Pumpkin," he scoffed.

I grinned innocently. "You're welcome, McShades."

"Oh, fùck it," he muttered, moving forward so that my back was against the door and he was supporting himself with a hand either side of my hips. "Just know I am perfectly secure in my masculinity."

I giggled as he began affectionately nudging my nose with his once more, laying occasional pecks on my lips. "This is still an Eskimo kiss," I teased.

"Shut up," he grumbled. "I will send you up to your dorm alone and leave."

"No you won't," I laughed.

"No I won't," he sighed, kissing me once more before he pulled back a couple of inches. "Your laugh is very pretty."

"Your smile is very pretty," I replied, running my index fingers over his lips and poking his dimples. My smile slipped away and a sigh left my mouth as I remembered that at some point - possibly very soon - I would never see this smile again.

"Hey, stop," Harry whispered, immediately knowing what I was thinking about. "We still have now."

"I know," I mumbled.

"Okay, two seconds," he said, pulling his phone from his jeans. He began tapping away, the screen faced away from me.

"What are you doing?" I tried to peek at the screen and he leant back, ignoring my protests. "Hey, let me see!"

I moved forward and he only leaned further back, huddled in the opposite corner with his phone right up to his smiling face to shield the screen from me. "Leave me alone!"

"Let me see!" I insisted, tugging at his arms.

"No!"

"What are you doing?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he smirked, tapping a few more times before he sat up properly, throwing his phone in my direction. "Zero, three, twelve."