I wake up, feeling refreshed and good as new. I turn my body face up to stare at the ceiling for a moment and take in a few deep breaths, recollecting all events from last night, as I remember the great company that Harry had to offer. Thinking for about 10 minutes, I finally decide to get ready for my day.
While in the shower, I remember that I didn't get a chance to give Harry my number and I don't know the next time I'll see him. "Ugh!" I say as I hit the tiled wall surrounding me and slip to land on the cold, shower floor.
Harry's POV
'I'll just go to her house tonight,' I thought, getting ready for my day.
My POV
After wanting to punch myself repeatedly for being so dumb, I finally decide to take a nice morning, well afternoon, walk and go get me some breakfast. You see, I ate everything in my house, even that nasty vegemite the neighbors gave me as a 'Welcome to England" gift. Yeah, it got that bad.
It takes me a few moments to find my keys, laying on the table right in front of me, and I head out. "Almost forgot le money," I say, mentally scolding myself for again being so dumb. I manage to rake up about 5 dollars, which is just about enough to get a muffin and some iced tea from my favorite little bakery around the corner. I walk out, lock up, and make my way down the block.
Little rings atop the bakery door go off as I enter the small franchise. "Hello, dearie!" Barbara says as I walk in with a smile, "would you like the usual?"
I make my way around the counter and give her a small hug, "Why yes, please," I return, earning a smile from Barbara. I go back around to the seating area and take my usual seat in the corner with shade and pick up a magazine that was lying around collecting dust.
"Barbara! Come and help- th-the batter has gotten everywhere!" a deep, familiar male voice comes from the back of the bakery. "Coming, Harry!" Barbara says as she quickly places my blueberry muffin and iced tea down on the little table, running back towards the kitchen, leaving me shell-shocked. 'It can't be Harry Styles, right? right,' I try to reassure myself, but out comes Harry, yes Harry Styles, covered in batter from the tips of his curls to the waist of his apron. I drop my muffin mid-bite and choke on air. I quickly try to retaliate by getting a sip of my iced tea, but Harry has already noticed, and is already making his way over to me. I choke on the drink and cough it up into my napkin. Harry, amused, smirks and slyly takes a seat across from me with his one elbow propped on the table, holding his head up and viewing me from an angle.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were following me," Harry says, with a playful smirk. Gaining more control and confidence, I retort back, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me."
Harry chuckles, "you just said the same as me, way to go dork," he says, obviously entertained by my blushing and embarrassed face. "But seriously, Harry, why are you here? Don't you have to go and get girls to drop in front of you just to make yourself feel better?" I say, hinting at a playful yet a challenging conversation. "Well I'm here aren't I?" Harry says, earning a death glare from me.
"I see you two have met," Barbara says, smiling at the two of us giving each other childish glares. "I wish I could take it back," I reply, but Harry isn't done yet. "Really now," Harry wipes some of the batter off his nose with his finger, "That's not what you were saying last night," he says, with a wink, and wipes the batter onto my face. Barbara's face goes bright pink as she makes her own scenario of what Harry could have meant, and says, "I'll just leave you two at it, then," and walks to the kitchen.
"Harry! Now you have poor old Barbara thinking we committed adultery," I say as Harry comes closer to a whisper-worthy space between us. "Okay one, just say sex, and two, don't act like you don't wish we 'committed adultery'," Harry says in a mocking, generic high-pitched girl voice using his fingers as air quotes. He leaves me flustered.
"Exactly, sweet cheeks." And with that, Harry goes to the back with Barbara and I stand there, dumbfounded. 'Well I saw Harry again,' I mentally told myself, and gathered my bitten muffin and iced tea. "I'll be seeing you soon, Barbara!" I shouted, as Harry ran to the front all cleaned up without his apron and started to walk out with me. I look at him, confused. "Wh-what about?" I point to the kitchen, indicating I'm speaking about Barbara. "She said bye sweetie, now lets go."
I stop to look over at Harry, "Excuse me, what? Who said I was going with you?" Harry turns around and comes face to face with me, causing me to look up and almost break my neck. "Now don't act all tough now that you're used to me, just yesterday I was hugging you while you were crying over me," Harry pauses, but I cut him off. "Are you really going to hold that against me? It was in the heat of the moment, thanks for being rude now goodbye," I say trying to get past Harry.
"Wait no, I didn't mean it I'm sorry!" Harry says, jogging by my side. When I ignore him, he grabs my arm and swiftly turns my body around, making me drop my muffin and iced tea all over the ground. I look down, and look back up to Harry, "You owe me a new muffin and drink!" Harry bends down a bit so its not as hard for me to look him in the eyes. "Forgive me first," Harry says, stubbornly. I look at my nails and act as if I'm fixing them. Harry grabs my hands, and a bolt of adrenaline rushes through me. Our eyes soften to the touch and I loudly sigh. "I really wanted that muffin," I say, looking up and slightly smiling at the green eyed boy. Harry smiles, "I'll make it up to you. Now, do you forgive me?"
I decide to play around with Harry more. "Hmm, nope." I say, popping the p. "What do I have to do to get your forgiveness?!" Harry shouts, playfully of course, while fake crying. "Harry, stop. You want my forgiveness? Get on your knees and beg," I say, a little too confident. Within seconds, Harry is on his knees in front of me and grabs my hands once again. "Please, please please, pretty please forgive me, please!" Harry says, batting his eyelashes. I start to crack up. "Get up you fool," I say, pulling Harry up, "fine I forgive you. But only because that was the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Harry gets up and smiles, "Works every time."
Barbara's POV
I look out the slightly opened door the whole time, watching Harry and this girl he's been talking about all morning, having this insanely cute and romantic moment. I can see the sparkle in their eyes when they look at each other, even when the girl was upset- you could tell she couldn't stay mad at the lad.
'They're going to be together soon enough,' I smile and close the door, walking back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up little Harold's mess. "Ah, young love," I say to no one, and start to hum my favorite song by Harry and his friends, Little Things.
A.N.
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