Day by Day

Lemon Taste

I'm sitting at the little concrete table waiting for Harry. I see him come closer with the two ice cream cones in his hand. One for me and one for him. He stops a couple of times to talk to some fans and snap a few pictures. He looks so hot. I usually say he looks beautiful but today he looks more desirable and beautiful than usual. He's wearing his pink beanie, a tight gray gym shirt and gym sweatpants that reach just below his knees.

He's taking a photo with a mom and her two daughters as he holds both cones in one hand to hug the little girl.

He snaps his head in my direction and I smile. "Take your time", I mouth him. A little smile appears on his lips and he mouths back, "ice cream melting!" and holds up the two cones.

I laugh at him and suddenly he stands alone, free to go as no one around seems to want a picture with him anymore.

He jogs to the table and takes a seat in front of me on the round table.

"Here, lemon and vanilla, as you asked", he says as he hands me the cone. "Thanks babe." He smiles and looks down to his vanilla cone.

"What are you smiling about?" I ask him as I raise my feet to rest on the sit diagonal from mine.

"I love it when you call me babe. I don't know, sounds sexy coming from you." He rests his weight back on his hands and he looks heavenly.

"Sexy? I don't sound sexy." I smile. "You call me baby and babe all the time and that sounds hot." I say, licking the excess of melting ice cream on my cone.

"Yeah I do but you don't call me babe all the time so when you do it sounds hot." He stands from the table. "Lets go take a walk." He walks to the other side of the table and offers me his hand for help. I take it and as I stand up I notice his height towering above me.

"Have I ever told you I love how tall you are?" I say planting a sticky sweet peck on his lips. Harry smiles against my lips and we pull away. "You have now."

He reaches down and kisses my ice cream, leaving the shape of his lips on the cold lemon cream. "Mmm, it's good. That's exactly how you taste right now."

I smile and get some ice cream on my lips and he catches on. He reaches down and with his pink full lips, cleans the ice cream off of my lips and then he kisses me. "You taste the same as always. As Harry." I say, my arms going around his neck.

"We were supposed to take a walk, not stand here and make out", he says and I laugh against his lips. I press my ice cream against his ear and then his neck as he lowers his head to avoid the ice cream.

"Hey don't do that!" I laugh a little harder as I press the cone on his cheek. "Stop it!" He says as his hand takes a hold on my wrist and he tries to press the ice cream on my face. He succeeds because of the obvious reason, he's much stronger than me. The ice cream hits my face gently and I laugh and shiver at the coolness.

The sound of his laughter fills my ears. My favorite sound in the world.

His mouth reaches to my cheek, licking off the excess of ice cream there.

"Stop licking my face, it's gross!" He pulls away, a smirk plastered on his face. "You love it when I lick you." A shiver runs down my spine, but it's not the cold ice cream this time.

I kiss his neck with my sticky lips and he smiles. "Walk?"

I nod along smiling and we let go of our embrace. He intertwines our fingers from our free hands and we start walking towards his mom's house.

"You miss it here?" I ask him.

"I do. I feel a big sense of home and some sort of warmth here." I swing our intertwined hands back and forth as we walk.

"Would you ever want to come back here? Live here?"

"Only if you come with me, baby." He looks down at me and smiles.

"See? You call me baby and it sounds so... Hot. You're hot."

He smiles and stops the swing of our hands just to bring my knuckles to his mouth and kiss each one of them.

"I think we better start jogging, we're gonna be late for lunch."

I smirk at him. "I'll race you back."

"Are you serious? My legs are twice the size, I'll definitely beat you." He says in a confident voice.

"Then what do you have to lose?" I raise my eyebrows and he smiles.

"Fair enough. But let me finish my ice cream first."

"Nope!" I shout as I start running from him, running towards his mom's house.

"Hey! Wait up!" I look back and he starts running in my direction, quickly catching up on me.

I run as fast as I can as I see the house. I get close to the front door as a big strong arm reaches for me and grabs me by the waist, spinning me around.

"Cheater!" Harry says in my ear as he still holds me. I laugh and the back of my head falls on his shoulder. He puts my feet on the ground and I spin to face him. We're both panting for air. "Don't run away from me. It was not a nice feeling to see you go."

"Are you talking about the race or about something else?"

"About everything. Don't leave me ever." We're standing a few feet apart so he comes closer, grabs my hand and pulls me to his body, his lips landing on mine.

"These track pants are tight and killing me. I need to take them off and put on some sweats or something."

"Lets go shower." We both smile and he lets me go. We start walking to the door and he hugs me from behind.

I turn my head and kiss his cheek.

"You taste like lemon ice cream and I love it." I say between laughs and I feel his chest rumble against my back.

"Kiss me all you want now, I'll be washing my face soon."

I stop him and turn around. I start planting small quick kisses all over his face. His smile grows. As I kiss his jaw I feel the small curls hanging out from his beanie on my face.

"Your hair is tickling my face. You're so cute and sexy at the same time Harry. You're so fun, easy going and so adorable. You're perfect." I smile up and touch his little curls popping out the beanie.

"I'm not perfect baby."

"You are perfect to me."I say as he kisses my nose, my lips and leads me in the house.

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