Fall: What's Going to Make You Fall in Love...

CHAPTER 37

THE NEXT DAY…

The work day ended and Harry and I were hanging out, walking around the park. He bought me coffee. I insisted to pay, but he didn’t let me. It was cute.

                “Beautiful day out, isn’t it?” he said. The sky was blue and sunny. Perfect weather, like in children’s books.

                “Yeah, one of the reason’s I love it here. What’s it like in the UK?” I asked as we sat down on a bench in front of a duck pond.

                “Well compared to here, it’s a tad bit nipply. Oh, but winter is whole different story.”

                I smiled and giggled a little.

                He stared at me with a slight smile. “What’s so funny?”

                “Haha, nothing… it’s just British slang and your accent…”

                “What about it?”

                I looked at him. “I think it’s ho—cute.”

                He smiled. “You were about to say ‘hot,’ were you not?”

                I blushed. “Whatever.”

                “Am I the first British guy you’ve ever been friends with?”

                “Yes,”

                “Does that make me special?”  

                “I guess. I mean, you’re accent is really cool.”

                “Thanks. Natural talent,” he scoffed. “Had it since I was a child. Not to brag or anything…”

                I laughed. “You’re really funny,”

                He smiled at me. “You’re adorable,” he returned a compliment.

                I blushed. “You already told me that,”

                “Did I? It’s just something I admire in a girl,” he said, and put his arm around me. “A-are you all right with this?” he said referring to his arm around me.

                I scooted closer to him until our sides touched and rest my head on his shoulder. “No, not at all,”

After a couple minutes of silence of just enjoying the view, Harry began kissing my forehead. I lifted my head up and kissed his chin up until our lips were pressed against each other.

                He let go and looked over me with concern in his eyes. “Damn it,” he whispered.

                “What’s wrong?” I asked.

                “It’s the paps.”

                “Paparazzi?”

                “Yeah,”

                They started to get closer. “Um, Harry, you wanna go?”

                “That’d be a brilliant idea right now,” he said with a chuckle, and we walked back towards his car.

                Well, I-I’m sorry for that.” he apologized. “It’s my fault they’re here. Ruined our special moment together, didn’t they?”