Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 41

"Thank you," Harry says in his thick accent as I serve him the plate of omelette we're having for breakfast. He's been enjoying the meals I made lately and it is much appreciated.

I nod back in response and we both eat, talking about why his jeans are so tight.

"Why are your pants so tight, Harry?" I ask pinching the skinny jeans, assuring that it is tight. And not to my surprise, it's almost as tight as the one Cara [Delevigne] wears when she goes out with me.

"I don't know, I like them like that." He answers my question, eating his omelette.

"Why?" He questions.

"It just comes to the point where I think that your insides are dying to get oxygen," I chuckle and he does the same.

It was a happy breakfast, due to the fresh morning headstart.

"Hey, er, Andrew said that we have to go to this picnic shit, we're leaving in about 3 hours,"  He says. His actions are fidgety. 

"Sure!" I say. Secretly, I momentarily forgot that this is a fake relationship. But apparently and eventually it turned real and we made it through together. But a fake date isn't a problem. I just don't want to jump into a relationship right away after... this.

*

Before I knew it, I wake up to the sound of an alarm signalling that I should wake up from that nap with Harry.

"Turn it off and let it give us 10 more minutes, pleaase," Harry groans. I'm thinking that he's pretty sure I won't oblige but this time, I do since I am so tired and I need a rest, at least 10 minutes.

"Okay," I say and I set the 10 minute timer.

He moves his position and moves me on top of him. It's rather comfortable, I can feel his heart beating, slowly and his chest rising up and down.

I let my head fall into just below his neck and let out a sigh.

Everything is in place, finally.

*

"Where are we going?" I ask Harry as I reach out for the radio, turning it on.

"Somewhere, Andrew, er, told me not to tell you," He answers.

"I see.." I say and my mind tries to figure out the list of places that Andrew can come up with. It's either a mall or a movie theater because he believes that's where 'hot dates' are supposed to be.

But to my surprise, Harry stops at a hill. Pretty much a cliff and you get the view of a beach.

"So Andrew's finally learned some lessons hasn't he?" I joke making Harry laugh.

"He's learned many things, sweetheart." He simply comments.

"So what are we doing here?" I ask, smoothing out my favorite floral 50's style dress that Harry used to call 'old' but now he calls it 'classy, hot and vintage' which is quite flattering.

"You'll see," He replies as he pulls out something.

My eyes widen as I see him pulling out a picnic cloth and picnic baskets.

"Oh!" I squeal in excitement. I've never been to a real picnic before this. I've been picnicking in my friend's backyard if that even makes sense.

He lays the cream colored cloth on the grassy slope of the hill, right next to the cliff.

I take a look down and it is the most beautiful sight. The beach was seen and it had a windy perfect touch, making this a relaxing trip.

By the time I look back, he's already set everything up and the food was all laid out. Andrew's learned some good skills. 

He was smiling at me and I smiled back a sweet smile. He opened his arms wide open and I fill in the gap, rushing towards him. My arms wrapped around his neck and his is on my waist, tightly securing my body and filling it with his warmth. I feel soft kisses from him on my ear and the tenderness of his lips constantly pressing against it. 

"Do you like it, baby?" He whispers. Even though this is a fake date, I still know that he's added some things and I like it. A lot.

"I do." I whisper back.

"It's like we're getting married isn't it?" He questions so suddenly and my heart rate gets faster by milliseconds.

"You don't say, Styles?" I raise an eyebrow, playfully and he laughs his beautiful laugh that I've always adored.

"I love you, Swift." He says and kisses my cheek with a lingering touch.

"I love you," I reply. And it's true. I do. I do love him.

*

"Hello?" I pick up the phone to Andrew, who's disturbed me from shoving doritos in Harry's mouth.

"Where are you?" He asks. What? He planned it and he doesn't know where we are?

"What do you mean where am I, you planned it!" I say.

"I didn't," He replies. What? Then who did?

"Then who did?" 

"That's kind of obvious, now good luck, bye." He hangs up.

My mind lingers at the thought of who would've planned this without telling me, but when I turn my head to face Harry's smirk, I instantly knew who planned it.

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