I brought a cup of hot tea up to my lips, as I flipped through the magazine sitting in front of me. I heard the sound of footsteps and I turned my head to see Niall.
"Hey," I said, grinning.
"Hi, love," Niall responded in his cute Irish accent, letting out a big yawn. He helped himself to a large bowl of cereal, and he sat down at the table across me. "What are we doing today?"
"Hmm, I dunno. What do you want to do?" Niall placed his spoon down in the bowl, and sat there silent, thinking. After a moment, he grinned.
"BONFIRE. TONIGHT. YEAH BUDDY." He cheered, and I laughed, nodding.
"That sounds fun. But it will be small though, I don't know anyone else around here."
"It's fine. Us One Direction boys know how to start a party." he winked. "A party for 7, woo!"
I giggled, and rolled my eyes. "Because a party with seven people sounds so much fun."
"Oh, you know you'll have fun with your lover, Harry." I stared at him with wide eyes, and he laughed, loudly.
"H-Harry is not my lover," I choked out, making him laugh more.
"I'm kidding with you, Em." He grinned, and I sighed, taking another sip of my tea. I heard another pair of footsteps, and Niall and I both jerked our heads towards the sound. Harry entered the room, his curls all over the place. he sat down on the chair next to me, and took my tea out of my hands, taking a sip himself.
"Hey!" I yelled, swatting his arm playfully. Niall rose an eyebrow at us, but said nothing.
"What?" Harry laughed innocently.
"That's my tea," I pouted my bottom lip, crossing my arms over my chest.
"And I'm drinking," Harry replied in a 'duh' tone. I rolled my eyes at him, and went to grab the tea, but he turned his body around, so I couldn't grab it. I sighed, giving up. Harry turned his head toward me, and smirked.
"Anyways," Niall started, "Emma and I were talking, and we are going to have a bonfire tonight. A small one, with seven people." Harry chuckled.
"Let's do it," Harry replied.
~*~
Our parents were alittle unsure, but with the boys' magic, they pursaded Louis' and my mom to go out, and that they could trust us with the bonfire. Liam and Niall went out earlier to get the wood, and now it was 9:30, and it was darker out. The boys were trying to start the fire on the beach.
Eventually, the fire started, and orange flames rose into the summer air, with light specks once in a while flying out. Niall stood on the other side of the fire, across me, sipping a beer. God knows how they got it, especially since we were in America, and all of them were underaged, but I wasn't going to question them. I wasn't really paying attention to what everyone was talking about, but I heard Tessa and Louis burst out in laughter. I was thinking about Harry and me. Clearly something was going on between us, but I didn't know what. We went on that date, and we constantly flirt, but I don't know where our relationship stands. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and jerked my head.
"Want one?" Harry asked, holding a beer bottle out to me. He had another in his other hand. I shook my head no, and he shrugged, and set the beer can on the sand, and then opened the other one in his hand, taking a sip.
~*~
Niall was wasted, and he was grinding on Louis, and Louis stood there with a disgusted look. I was laughing very hard, as to where I was clutching my stomach, bending over. Liam was completely sober, not drinking whatsoever. Tessa had one or two drinks, and it didn't affect her to much. Zayn was sober for now but it was obvious he would soon be atleast tipsy. He had his arm slung over Tessa, whispering in her ear. Tessa had a big smile on her face, and she turned and nodded at Zayn. I wondered what they were talking about, but I shrugged it off, and turned and walked over to Harry. He was sitting on the sand next to Liam. I plopped down next to him, and leaned my head against his shoulder. He shifted his body a little, and placed his arm around my waist.
"Hello love," Harry told me. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach. I loved it when he called me 'Love'.
"Hi," I stated, yawning. I heard a high pitched scream, and we all whipped our heads toward the sound. Niall was chasing Louis down the beach, and Louis was running away quickly, screaming. I giggled, and Liam and Harry let out a loud, howling laugh. I snuggled closer to Harry, and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Well, I'm going to go see what those two are up to," Liam started, "and I'll leave you two lovebirds be." then, Liam took off running after Niall and Louis.
"We aren't lovebirds!" I protested, and Harry slightly chuckled. Harry turned his head, and bent it slightly over, peering down at me. I looked up at him, and right into those big, green orbs of his. His curls layed on his forehead, and really he looked adorable, I would admit that.
Harry lowered his head closer to me. "You're beautiful," he murmured in my ear. My face instantly heated up.
"T-Thanks. You are too." I stuttered, and he smirked.
"I'm beautiful?" He responded, cheekily.
"You know what I mean," I retorted with a roll of my eyes.
"I know. You really meant that I'm the most amazing, sexiest man ever."
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."
Harry laughed, and then it fell silent. He was intensely staring into my eyes, and I was feeling a bit awkward. After a moment, Harry leaned in again. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. I lifted my head, and stared at him with wide eyes. I was completely taken aback. He wanted to kiss me? Harry styles, wanted to kiss me. I nodded my head slowly, and then Harry grinned. He leaned in, and brushed his lips against mine. He pulled away for a second, and then he put his lips against mine. I kissed back instantly, wrapping my arms around his neck. My fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck. He deepened the kiss, and then bit at my bottom lip. I teased him for a moment, not opening my mouth, and then he bit down harder, making me gasp, and my mouth flew open. I felt Harry's smirk against my lips, as his tongue roamed my mouth. There was no need to fight for dominance, because I knew I wouldn't win. After a while, we broke apart. I turned and saw Zayn and Tessa staring at us, and when they noticed me looking at them, they broke out into huge grins. Zayn waggled his eyebrows at Harry, who then flipped Zayn off.
Harry turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?!" He questioned, making me shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know, was I bad?" I asked worriedly. I hadn't kissed many boys before. I had a few boyfriends, yeah, but I was knew at make out sessions.
"Far from it," Harry winked suggestively, making me blush. I playfully smacked his shoulder, and then stood up, walking over to Zayn and Tessa, which was probably not a good idea. Harry followed me, trailing after me.
"Did you guys have fun sucking face?" Tessa asked, a big smirk on her face. I glared at her, and Harry laughed.
"Why yes we did," Harry answered for us, and I turned around and gaped at him, and then turned back to Zayn and Tessa.
"Well it sure looks like it. We were surprised you guys didn't run out of air," Zayn joked, and I rolled my eyes.
I let out a big yawn. "I think I'm going to bed," I stated, and walked away from the group.
~*~
I was just got done brushing my teeth, and I walked into Tessa and I's bedroom, I opened the door, and let out a startled gasp.
"Harry! What are you doing on my bed?" I yelled.
"Well I came to say goodnight," he replied, his eyes quickly scanned up and down my body. I suddenly felt self concious, me in my short shorts and tanktop. I usually wouldn't be around Harry, but what happened tonight.. well, now I was.
"Alright, well, goodnight," I muttered, sitting down on my bed. Harry leaned in, and pecked my lips.
"Also.." Harry started, "I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?" I asked, curiously.
"Will you, uhm, be my, uh, girlfriend?" He asked, hopeful.
My lips broke out into a grin. "Yes," I responded, and he chuckled, leaning in and giving me a big kiss. I kissed him back quickly then pushed him away. "Now let me get some sleep."
YOU ARE READING
Save You Tonight- A Harry Styles Love Story
FanficWhen they were little, Emma and Louis Tomlinson were the best of friends. But when Emma was four, Her and her parents moved to America, leaving Louis and their friendship behind. Now that she's 17, Emma doesn't remember him at all. But when her mom...