Bittersweet

Part 6

~Part 6~

Not bothering to brush the snow off your arm, you immediately reach down to the floor and cup a ball of snow in your hand. "It's on." You look up and grin at Harry, who has made another snowball. And this is how the afternoon hits off, throwing snowballs at each other and running around the park like little kids.

So far, Harry has hit you three times and you've gotten him five times. His tall stature makes him an easier target and he isn't the smoothest mover, quite clumsy too. Running behind a tree when Harry vows to get you back with a cheeky laugh, you crouch down and start to build a fort around 'your half' (as Harry and you agreed on). Hands shift snow from the ground to a wall like stature slowly, resting in between to make some snowballs for the fight.

Harry must have stopped and gotten the same idea too because when you look up, he's sitting on the icy ground building a wall. As he is looking down, you take this is an opportunity to get him while he's not paying attention. "Crap that's cold." Harry's eyes widen as you hit him in the cheek.

"Oh my god sorry." You stand up and go over to him to check if he's alright. "Styles!" You chuckle as he throws a snowball at your stomach. "Maybe I should be an actor, I'm quite good." He laughs as you brush yourself off. "You wish." You turn around, starting to head back to your wall when a snowball hits the centre of your back.

"Would saying 'watch your back' be too ironic?" Harry raises his eyebrow and it's game on. "You better start running." You warn Harry before you lunge forward, chasing after a six foot man in skinny jeans. Harry manages to catch up to you shortly, trying to grab your waist to stop you.

Not watching where you're going, you trip over the stump of a tree and fall straight to the floor, sending Harry down with you as he managed to grab on. "Hey." Harry chuckles beneath you, bits of snow line his hair. Somehow in the tumble you end up on top of Harry laying chest to chest with him.

"Hey." Is all you can say back as you prop yourself on your elbows, allowing yourself to observe his features even closer. He is as beautiful as ever. His cheeks are flushed pink from the snow and his hair is a gorgeous mess. You find yourself staring into his eyes for a little while before realizing that friends don't do that and that's just kinda creepy?

"Uh sorry," you get up, giving Harry a helping hand as he raises to his feet, "hot chocolate?" "I thought you'd never ask." Harry replies, both of you brushing the snow off your bodies as you make your way down town for a nice cup of hot chocolate.