Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Lamp Pols Or Blueberry Fights

Hi everyone, here is another very cute (and unfortunately quite short) chapter for you because I felt like writing something happy tonight to cheer myself up. I hope you like it and you can definitely look forward to the next (and sadly last) few chapters! All the love, Summer xxx

Someone up in the sky seemed to be having a good day today. The sky had been painted in an almost electric blue colour and the sun was shining brightly, luring everyone into the various green spaces which London had to offer. "Are you REALLY sure we won't get mobbed?" I asked Harry for the what seemed to be the 100th time and I heard him let out a loud sigh, before he turned around.

"Claire, listen to me." He gently cupped my face, his green eyes looking down at me with a mixture of sternness and amusement. "If I didn't think that we wouldn't be able to have a nice time without being disturbed, I would have suggested my back yard, but I didn't alright? I've been to this park before and it's big enough to find a quiet spot where no one will bother us." He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, before he let go and intertwined our fingers. 

"By the way, you look exceptionally beautiful in that dress." he whispered into my ear and I felt my cheeks heat up. He chuckled lightly and locked the door behind us, before we joined our mums and Gemma, who were already waiting in the drive way. "Come on, lovebirds! Martha made some delicious looking sandwiches earlier which I am dying to try." Gemma said with a grin in our direction and hooked her arm around mine, effectively locking me into the middle of a Styles sandwich. 

"Oh that's something I need to capture." Anne said with a grin when she turned around and spotted the three of us walking behind her in a row. Obediently, we stopped and smiled into the camera for a photo. "Oh, I have an idea, take one more!" Harry piped in before she could put her camera away. He leaned around me and whispered something into Gemma's ear who nodded with a wide grin, while I stood in the middle and watched them with a suspicious look on my face.

"Okay, on three: one... two... three!" Anne said. At "three" both Gemma and Harry pressed a kiss to my cheek, making my eyes go wide with surprise. My mum and Anne chuckled at the surprised look on my face, while Harry nearly died of laughter next to me. "You.. two..." I shot Gemma a glare to which she responded with an innocent smile, before I let go of Harry's hand and placed both hands on my hips. "So you think you're funny, don't you, Harold?" I asked him and impatiently tapped my foot on the ground, while he tried to keep a straight face.

"Yes, I am hilarious." he said proudly and leaned forward to pinch my cheek. I looked at his hand which had just pinched my cheek and then back up at his face. "You shouldn't have done that." I said with a mischievous grin on my face and Harry's smile turned into a fearful look, before he dashed off down the street, with me right behind him. "You will never catch me!" he called over his shoulder and laughed when he saw my red face. Running had never been my favourite thing to do in  P.E. and I looked like a mess, whereas Harry looked like he had only gone for a short walk. Suddenly, I spotted something behind Harry which he couldn't see as he was still looking at me. "Harry watch out!" I called out to warn him, when I saw where he was heading, but it was too late, he was already lying on the floor.

Ten minutes later, I was still laughing. By now, we were all sitting on a blanket in a quiet corner of the local park under a big oak tree and Harry had one of the water bottles pressed against his forehead. "I can't believe you run into a street lamp." I giggled and plopped a strawberry into my mouth, while Harry shot me a death stare. "Oh don't be such a sour wolf." I told him and leaned over to pat his knee, but he swatted my hand away and leaned his head against the tree with a dramatic sigh. 

"You can be glad that no one seemed to have caught it on camera. Oh, that would have made a beautiful gif." Gemma said with a dreamy smile and Harry leaned forward to throw a blueberry at her which hit her at her forehead. "Harry, no throwing of food, understood?" Anne interrupted them sternly and Harry nodded sheepishly. However, as soon as Anne had turned her attention back to her conversation with my mum, Gemma stuck her tongue out at Harry who rolled his eyes and instead of throwing another blueberry at her only took another sip from his disgustingly healthy green juice.

The other three chatted among each other, while Harry seemed to be lost in thought. He was starring into the distance and watched a couple of kids who were kicking around a football. I took the chance to let my eyes wander over him, taking in his sharp jawline, his long eye lashes and the way his hair was sticking in every possible direction after his fall. My eyes wandered down to his ridiculous Hawaii shirt which would have looked hilarious on anyone else, but he somehow managed to make it look good, and I felt my lips tug into a small smile.

"Enjoying the view?" Harry's deep voice interrupted me and I flinched and looked up, my cheeks turning red. "Nope." I said with a smirk and quickly looked down at the sandwich which was lying in front of me on my plate. "Whatever makes you sleep at night." he replied and when I looked up again, he was smiling down at me. "You alright?" I quickly changed the topic and he nodded and reached over to give my hand a light squeeze. "Just thinking about how I have to leave you again so soon to go to Los Angeles for a couple of weeks." he said with a sad expression and I gave his hand a tight squeeze, letting our intertwined hands rest on my thigh.

"You still have the rest of your day with us in the park and your friends coming over tonight and Ed's garden party tomorrow. Let's concentrate on that and live in the moment, alright?" I asked him quietly and he nodded and took the water bottle away from his face to give me a kiss. "Ew, some of us want to eat here!" Gemma protested and Harry groaned and let go off me. "Whose ideas was it to invite our families?" he asked me in a loud whisper and I giggled and lightly pushed him back to which he responded with a pout, before he secretly threw another blueberry at Gemma.