If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 83

           

Harry watched Ashley talk with one of the food vendors about their pastries. They had visited numerous booths since arriving in town for the festival. The town was quite eco-conscious, so all the vendors had agreed to offer cloth bags to all shoppers in lieu of the usual plastic or paper, and Harry had quickly found his forearms lined with bags.

He had taken a seat on one of the benches to wait for Ashley as she talked to several of the locals. She turned to search for him before continuing her conversation. Harry blew her a kiss and motioned for her to continue.

She looks so beautifully delicious in that dress, he thought. Her aunt has amazing taste, knows exactly what looks best on Ashley.

When she'd walked out of the bedroom earlier wearing the knee-length, vintage-style electric blue dress, his breath caught in his throat causing him to cough. Part of her hair was up in a clasp while the rest hung in loose curls over her shoulder. Her gorgeous legs were bare down to the expensive leather flats she wore on her feet.

She had brought a sweater for later in the day when the setting sun would result in much cooler air. She also had jeans and a sweater stacked on top of the heavy blanket and food basket they'd brought so they could enjoy watching fireworks from up on the hill.

Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hey. Ready to take these things to the truck?" she asked smiling at the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I'm ready to climb in the back, stretch out, and go to sleep on that blanket you packed."

"Come on, Harry. Don't be a wimp."

"That's not very nice."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Did I tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked.

"A few times," she said reaching out and touching his check. He turned his head in time to kiss her palm. "I need to get back to my own booth for a while. Do you want to take these things back h . . . um, to the cottage?"

She'd done what I had once before, had almost unconsciously said home. What might that be like? Could they live together, fall into the rhythm of the routine? It would be so good to wake up with her in my bed every morning.

"Harry, where'd you go?"

"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment. Yes, I can do that. Do you need anything?"

"I don't think so. Please hurry back," she said leaning over to kiss his nose.

"That's not going to hold me until I get back," he said smiling.

"How about this?" she asked before pressing her lips firmly against his for several seconds.

"It'll have to do unless you want to make a scene in the plaza," he said in her ear.

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Ashley was leaning back on her hands waiting for the fireworks. Plates, napkins, and a couple of wine glasses were on the blanket between she and Harry. She'd changed into her jeans, sweater, and a jacket once it began to get dark but she was still shivering.

"Hey, let's clean this up so we can sit close together. I can see you're cold," he said opening the picnic basket. Once they packed everything, Harry sat behind Ashley and pulled her back against him wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Is this better?" he asked.

"Feels good," she said turning her face to give him a sideways kiss.

"I can't wait until we get back to the cottage later," he whispered.