strangers // styles

Four

Harry was right. This are the best croissants I've ever tasted.
I was a big fan of croissants, I must say, but this ones, God, they're really good.

"You liked them, uh?" He said curving his lips into a funny smile.

I nodded with my head because I'm eating the croissant.
He laughed and took my arm to take me to the park that was close, of course, I had to grab my bag fast because harry didn't even let me finish eating the croissant.

When we got there, harry almost ran to take the last bike that was there.

"You're gonna ride it?" I asked him and he gave me a smile, a naughty smile.

"We are" he answered and after my 'no way', 'you go', 'I'll wait', 'are you insane'. I gave up and put my legs around the bike and sit there, I almost fall but Harry's shoulders were my salvation.

"Harry! Don't do that!" I exclaimed and that made harry laugh.

All the ride I was with my 'oh my god', 'we are going to die', 'pardon me Chris'. But Harry was always with his cute smile and laughing at me.

After Harry let the bike were it was, we started walking so I could know the places from this city.

Harry told me that he was born in England, so he's British, he told me too that he learned how to play the guitar by himself.

"And love? How is it going for you?" I asked Harry and turned at me.

"Love is not my priority for now, Noir" he answered.

I didn't say a word, I felt..., bad?, I don't know I, i was thinking that perhaps, we could have something.

What the hell am I thinking? You barely know this guy, Noir! Come on!

"Noir?" Harry's face was close to mine, with his eyes asking 'what's wrong with you?'

"Oh, I was..., I was, looking at that..." oh shit I'm dead "bird!"

Harry turned were I was pointing and smiled denying with his head.

"You gotta learn how to lie, bad lier, come on, let's buy a coffee" he said and I could feel my cheeks hot. "You're so red!" He exclaimed and grabbed his camera to take me a picture.

Oh God.

"Delete it!" I said to him to start running behind him.

We were running like kids, and people were looking at us with their stupid faces.

I like being with Harry, he's so funny.

[...]
Two weeks later
"Come on! Pleeease!"

So, the thing here is that Harry doesn't want to take me to buy clothes clothes for the party that he's doing tomorrow.

"Alright! But please, tell me you're going to hurry, I don't like shopping" Harry accepted and I gave him a big smile and hug him.

I could feel his strong arms and his hair, but as fast as I hug him, I stopped doing it.

When we get to the Mall I entered to the first store I saw, of course, Harry had to get in with me.

I grabbed a few clothes, normal clothes, blue shirt, black pant and one white shirt.

When I tried them on, Harry said.

"Try this"

It was a long green skirt (which seemed like skirts from the 70's) and a gray sweater. (It was horrible two)

"You dumbass" I spoke and Harry laughed.

But I did put those clothes on, and showed them to harry. We were laughing so hard.

I modeled with the skirt on and Harry grabbed his camera, he was taking a lot of pictures of me, dancing and laughing.

I loved that we could laugh and talk about random stuff, relearn what we already know. And come up with new inside jokes; and I loved the fact that, we're creating memories.