I have never done this before so we'll see what happens!!! xx
Harry wraps his arms around your body and the two of you become entangled with one another. You both sit in complete silent on his couch as you are both engulfed in your own thoughts. Your head rests against his hard chest as you think about what your life would be like if you hadn't had met Harry.
French music fills your ears as you breathe in the smells of freshly brewed coffee. You sit in the furthest corner of the cafe with only you and the romance novel you are currently in love with. You hear your name being called signaling that your coffee is ready and you must stop reading before the end of the page, a true crime. You try to read as fast as you can but become panicked when the man behind the counter calls your name twice as loud and twice as irritated.
You slowly get up, out of your seat and inch your way over to the yelling man as your eyes are glued to the words on the page. You give a soft smile to the barista, only to see him role his eyes at your lack of hurriedness. You hold your coffee in one hand as the other holds the pages of your book wide open, slightly starting to cramp, but you don't mind.
Your eyes wander the pages, and the whole world is lost. You are brought back to life as you feel hot liquid spilling down your hands and chest.
The burning sensation quickly fades away as your eyes meet his. Guilt and worry fill the eyes of the stranger as he quickly grabs some napkins to help you clean yourself up.
"I'm quite sorry, I should have been looking where I was going," He says with a thick and beautiful accent as his eyes meet mine once again,
"I hope your novel isn't completely ruined." You hadn't even noticed the once white pages of your book, were now brown and dripping wet. You peel your eyes away from his for the first time and look towards your book. Your heart sinks slightly.
"Oh, no, it wasn't your fault at all. I should have been looking where I was going. I wasn't paying attention...." you ramble on as your eyes meet once again.
He smiles at your rambling and dries your arm with his napkin. Your heart flutters at his actions. His eyes light up as he says, "How about I buy you another coffee and you tell me all about your book," you nod as he guides you-
"What are you thinking about, Love?" Harry asks quietly as his fingers run up and down your arm. You only smile and peck him on the lips before settling back into his arms.
