New York [harry styles au]

07

07.
"They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow!" Harry and I look towards each other every now and then whilst singing Sonny and Cher's I Got You Babe in the confines of his truck.

"I got you babe!" Harry sings towards me.

"I got you babe!" I carry on, we both sing until the song ends and simultaneously, we arrive to our destination. We are both breathless after Harry turns the ignition off, before we peer at each other and burst into laughter. I look out of the window and see fields of grass before eventually noticing three bodies sat upon a blanket. Harry and I both leave the truck, strolling across the field to meet them.

"Hey, there's Harry and Winona!" I hear Angelina shout as we reach them, she stands up and pulls me into a tight hug which was now socially acceptable among our group since the heatwave was nearing its end. The heat had dramatically decreased and it was now at a bearable temperature.

The light breeze coming from the trees blew my hair back as I lowered myself to the floor. Harry stepped beside me and sat too. Beatrix smiled as she grabbed the picnic box and withdrawn its contents into the centre of the circle we had formed.

"Do you want one?" I turn to find Harry gesturing to the cigarette packet in his hand, his body was close to mine but I relished in the proximity.

"Yeah." I whisper lowly, but he still hears. His fingers hold them tightly as he lights them and puts the other between my teeth.

"You look really good today, by the way." He mumbles, as he closes the packet and squeezes them into his jeans pocket. "I meant to tell you before but I forgot."

"Thank you, Harry." We stared at each other for a few seconds before Beatrix spoke up. I mentally praised myself for wearing red lipstick, that was really trendy in New York at that time.

"I made some sandwiches for us all, I'll leave them here." Beatrix said as she laid the assortment out before us.

"God, I love you." Smith spoke up before grabbing three sandwiches in one hand, Beatrix blushed at his playful declaration. Angelina helped herself to a sandwich too.

"We need music." She said after her first bite.

"Hold on, let me go get my tape recorder." Harry replied, standing up and hurrying back to where his truck was parked. The breeze he had been previously blocking hit me as soon as he was absent. My hand went to grabbing a sandwich as we waited.

It was merely a minute before Harry returned, holding the retrieved items.

"Look what I found." He smirked as he showed us a bag of cannabis leaves in the hand that wasn't holding the recorder. As he went to rolling out the weed, I took the cassette player from him and tried to figure out how it worked. "Just press the play button." He gently instructed.

The sky began to turn a darker blue as Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone played and we passed around the joint that Harry had made. Angelina took one drag and slowly lowered herself back against the grass as she liked to; to admire the trees and clouds. Beatrix and Smith shared it between each other for a small while before passing it back to Harry, they both relaxed on their elbows, engulfed in their own conversation. I looked at the perfectly rolled joint.

"I've never smoked this stuff before."

"Really?" Harry questioned, putting it into his mouth and inhaling for a few seconds. I admired how his eyes fluttered closed slightly as he put all his concentration into inhaling just the right amount. He eventually pulled away from the joint, his eyes still closed, and exhaled slowly. I could smell the strong stench of the drug as he gazed back up at me with hooded eyes, his irises covering the emerald colour of his eyes. "Do you want to try it?"

"Yeah." I mutter.

Before I can reach to take it, he widens his mouth to gesture for me to do the same. He carefully places the joint between my lips, never losing deep eye contact. His fingers don't leave as he holds it there, his irises expand even further.

"Inhale." He instructs and I do as he says, still watching his eyes. After I had inhaled enough, his fingers take away the joint and he stubs it out onto the grass. I exhale the contents of my lungs and immediately feel a wave of calmness wash over me. The whole ordeal was very sensual, more than you would imagine for simply taking a hit of weed.

I look up at the rose sky and the clouds seemed to be casually strolling across the hemisphere; I then look at Angelina and she's singing to herself before giggling. Beatrix and Smith were already heavily kissing each other.

"How do you feel?" Harry whispers into my ear with a smile, his eyes constantly scanned my features and I began to laugh. He laughed along with me as though we had just shared a fantastically funny joke. My arm pushed him slightly as I fell upon him, him lying beneath me among the natural earth beneath us.

My breath escaped me as I looked at his lips, wondering what it must feel like to kiss such plump lips, I imagined that it must feel good. I then gaze back up to his eyes to find him seeming to do the same. It didn't take long before I attached my lips to his in haste. A few seconds and they moved together, moulding together as though they were made for each other. With every movement of his lips against mine, a spark would ignite within me. His hand eventually found the side of my face, holding it as though he didn't want to escape the feeling we both felt. Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline began playing from the cassette player as we disconnected for air.

A smirk had immediately overtaken Harry's features as I looked down at him; the smirk left after we had both burst into laughter, a gleeful laughter. My red lipstick had smudged all around his mouth. 

The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. The only moment I remember was getting into the pick-up truck with Harry, after bickering over whether he was fit to drive, and straddling him on the drivers seat; we kissed for ten minutes straight before it got too dark to be stuck in a deserted area. Smith, Angelina and Beatrix had hailed a cab near the road beside the park, from what I can remember.

I then woke up. My head was slightly sore, but not as sore as the comedown of some other drugs. I felt movement beside me and found myself in Harry's bed, the room was bright as the midday light peeked around the curtains from the window. Harry sighed from beside me.

"I don't want to get up." He mumbled, his droopy eyes gazing at me.

"Then don't." I replied, moving closer to him. A smile appeared across his face as I came closer and engulfed his lips in an embrace with my own. His eyes fluttered closed and his hand reached out to hold tightly onto mine. This kiss wasn't like the first, it was deeper and actually significantly better; I think being sober and drug-free made it a lot more legitimate. A mixing pot of pleasure stirred from inside of me that I had lost control of. If our exchanges were going to get better every time, it was definitely something that I could get used to.