That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Seventy-Four

PART TWO

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Chapter Seventy-Four

* D a r c y *

End of December.

It was almost the start of a New Year, about two minutes away for the clock to strike twelve, and as everyone laughed about inside; me and Harry sat underneath the moonlight. Yes, it was a cold night, but the warm heat of our body contact vanished the ice cold to travel between us. I had my hand interlock in his hand, watching his green eyes shimmer with the light of the moonlight but rarely see his face.

He turned to me, locked his head onto my forehead. My shoulders skyrocketed upward by the electricity he created. It was unbelievable how time passes by when you're having fun, or whenever I am with him. Yet, time slows down when I stare into his eyes, and it feels like everything stops around us.

There was loud shouts of the countdown, meaning it's almost the New Year. I got the chills because Harry was still locked into my forehead, giving me a buzzy feel. I dared to close my eyes, but Harry whispered, "Look at me." With that my eyes fluttered open. "5,4,3,2-" He shallowly retorted. I closed my eyes again when those warm lips of his brushed slowly then connected with a light clash. Harry has always loved kissing me gently, but this time, it was rather more different in a good way; because he opened his mouth a little wider as we twisted, so I slightly agape mine just a little, then a little more. A chilling spread came to shiver my body, clawing my hands onto his coat, feeling none other of his tongue explore my mouth. He deepened it, he was in control of this soft yet steamy kiss. I had no idea what to do but let him be boss. Mm, it was the most romantic experience we have intimately ever done. Plus, it was my very first New Years kiss under the moonlight.

Early January.

Three days later after New Years, my birthday came next in line. It was my eighteenth birthday, meaning I can legally be with Harry, not like we haven't but officially be together without a parents consent or worry. I felt like a brand new lady, dressed my best since my mom and Drew took me out. It came to my surprise that Anne made me an amazing British dessert, I can't remember the name of it. She tagged along, but there was no Harry.

We went to a fancy restaurant, and watched a Oprah performance in a very fancy venue. I checked my phone every now and then, but still no hearing of Harry.

The day was almost ticking away like a blink of an eye. Looking out my window, straight at Harry's bedroom window, hoping he didn't forget. My mind was too scared to look down my phone, and too scared to see if he has come, though it wasn't such a big deal that he has forgotten but, it would of been nice if he would of came and told me the traditional, 'Happy Birthday,' with a kiss at his last word.

I remember when it was almost midnight, almost the end of my birthday, a big noise made my body quickly react to a turn. Harry panting with a gift on his hands. He ran towards me, just when midnight struck, he cupped my face and clashed his lips to mine. Another of those kisses he has escalated to, but one of my favorite. He was late only a few minutes late, but I wouldn't get angry.

"I'm sorry." He said, giving small quick pecks while apologizing. "Happy late Birthday from you idiot fucking boyfriend." His dirty mouth purred next to my ear.

He gave me an all real gold necklace of the Virgin Mary and as he put it on he said, "Not only I will protect you but the savior of your belief and the Virgin Mary has eyes upon you." He spoke the turned me to face him. "Bless you, Mary." His dirty mouth wasn't as filthy but freshened up after his word of the wise. It was the best language I have ever heard him say.