Harry Styles Imagines

20 - Science (au) PART 2

SCIENCE (PART 2)

 "I actually don't even have clue what to show you. Here isn't much to see," I tell Harry who is walking beside me, his curly mess on top of his head bouncing up and down, "Specially since I don't know what you're interested in. What do you wanna see?"

 Harry shrugs and I swear he has been smiling for the past thirty minutes already. Not that I mind it. His smile is adorable, especially because of his dimples. Harry, in general, is a mix of handsome and cute.

 "So, uh we're downtown right now. There are a few bars and shops—nothing incredible though. Uh, we have a gym around the corner, somewhere." I say and when I look at Harry I realize he he has been staring at me the whole time.

 "You're staring again, Harry." I giggle and Harry winks at me. He literally just winked at me, "Let's just sit for a minute. My bag's heavy." Sighing, I sit down on a little bench, next to a huge building. Harry takes place beside me, so close that his shoulder is touching mine all the time.

 "I could carry your bag." Harry offers and I shake my head, smiling at him.

 "You don't have to. My legs hurt a bit and all. I can show you more of this exciting and amazing town in a second." I tell him laughing and he joins me. Really, this town is plain boring.

 "I could carry you, too." Harry smirks and I roll my eyes at his cheeky comment.

 "Yeah, rather not. Don't wanna crush you or something." I say because that's just the truth but Harry breaks into clangorous laughter. I watch him laughing and he looks so young. It's not like he is old or anything (since he is my age) but it just makes him look even younger than he already is.

 Harry simmers down a bit. "You shouldn't think that way, really." His words make me smile—again.

 "Let's move on, shall we?"

 Harry follows me, always being a bit behind me. He insisted on carrying my bag so I gave it to him to satisfy him and I don't think I have ever seen someone so happy for being allowed to carry someone else's bag.

 Suddenly I get lifted up from the ground, my feet dangling in the air. A loud gasp escapes my mouth as I hear a way too familiar laughter by now, close to my ear.

 "See? You haven't crushed me."

 "Well, I'm gonna kick you in the balls if you don't put me down again." I demand and a surprised oh! is audible as he lets me down.

 "Sorry."

 "You should be," I tease him before I realize that it was really upsetting him, "Hey, don't take it personally. I just don't like people lifting me up and so on."

 Harry nods and lace his fingers with mine, swinging our intertwined hands back and forth. I'm surprised by his touch, especially because we only know us for, something around, five hours? However, I let it happen, even enjoying his warm and slender fingers around my smaller hand.

 We somehow drifted off. Except for showing him the town he is living in now we just walk around and talk about ourselves and stuff. It's been a while since I had such a nice afternoon.

 "Let's get ice cream, yeah?" Harry says and his green eyes light up with excitement. He drops my bag and walks over to the ice-cream seller, not giving me a chance to tell him my thoughts about it. Before my mind catches up with his actions I hear him ordering two ice-creams.

 Happily, he comes back and hands me a chocolate ice-cream. "You like chocolate, right?"

 "Sure." I say and attempt to eat it but Harry nudges my elbow with his and I push my nose into the ice-cream. While Harry is laughing loudly I'm cursing under my breath.

 "Harry, you idiot." I shriek and try to wipe some of the ice-cream off my face. If he weren't so freaking adorable and sweet I would kick him in the balls or something like that but I definitely wouldn't have let him wipe it away for me.

 His face is only inches away and I can see his tongue wetting his lips while his thumb wipes over my nose, collecting the chocolate ice-cream. Harry's green eyes peer at me as his fingers slide down a bit, his thumb touching my bottom lip. I am electrified by his warm touch. But I also feel weird because I barely know this boy who just moved here and I'm can already feel his breath on my face because of him being so close.

  Maybe I should have expected that he would kiss me but I didn't so I was kind of overwhelmed when I felt his lips pressed against mine. I have been fantasizing about his lips during class when I first met him but I didn't know that I would already feel and taste them five hours later.

 "You taste like chocolate." Harry whispers, his full lips forming into a smile. I roll my eyes but return the smile. It is almost impossible not to smile when he is around.

 "Thanks for showing me around, Y/N." Harry says and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

 "No problem." I breathe, leaning in a bit to taste his lips again. This new british boy put me under his spell in a matter of hours and I can't even complain.