My First Fanfic

9.

A/N: I read the last part of this "chapter" and wanted to vomit I'm so cringy. I wanted a boyfriend so bad when I wrote this. 

Chapter IDK

I snuggled into Harry's side, trying to get warm. Harry rested his arm around me as we walked. "There's this smoothie place a friend of mine used to work at. It's amazing," Harry said.

"B-but it's freezing!" I claimed.

Harry chuckled, the skin around his eyes crinkling up and his dimples flashing. "Here." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. It was still warm from his body heat and smelled like him. I stuck my nose in the fabric, inhaling deeply.

Harry chuckled again, stuffing me against him as we walked into a cute little smoothie shop. I ordered a strawberry, banana with kiwi while Harry went with just strawberry.

I giggled as he got a brain freeze. "Want to try mine?" I asked, holding my drink out to him.

He nodded and offered his too. I sipped his as he took a swig of mine. His face twisted sourly, obviously not enjoying mine. "It is not that bad," I claimed.

Harry smiled easily at me. "No, it's not, I just wanted to make you laugh," he explained.

I blushed. We finished our drinks and headed out again, Harry's jacket still keeping me warm. "Aren't you cold?" I asked.

Harry shook his head, his curls falling onto his forehead before he could sweep them away. "I'm fine." I put my arms around him anyways, even though my hands could barely come together because I was so small. Harry laughed. "You are too cute for your own good," he said, detangling himself from my arms to hold my hand. "This is all the warmth I need." He kissed the back of my hand before letting our entwined fingers hang between our bodies.

I collapsed on the couch two hours later, exhausted. Harry sat next to me in what room was available by my feet. I curled my knees to my chest, taking off his jacket to use as a blanket. Harry chuckled, carefully and quietly leaning over me, watching my face. I opened one eye to look up at him. I rolled onto my back, pursing my lips in thought. Harry had his arms on either side of my shoulders. He slowly started to bring himself back down. I gulped nervously, but didn't stop him.

Just before it would have been a kiss, he pushed himself back up. I snickered, rolling my eyes before moving onto my side again. Harry pulled me up to lean on him, his hand playing with my hair absentmindedly. He got a real blanket and settled it over us. I pulled it over my head, hiding my face.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I like sleeping with the blanket covering my face," I muttered.

Harry lifted the quilt, pouting at me. "You could suffocate..."

I laughed, leaning forward a bit so our heads were even. "You don't have to protect me from everything." His eyes darted to my lips and stayed there for a moment before looking at me with his deep eyes. I put my head down slightly, so we were close to another kiss. Harry was about to put his head forward, but I stood suddenly and strolled away.

"Okay, okay. I deserved that one. Wait, where are you going?" Harry hurried after me.

I was planning on popping some popcorn so we could watch a movie, but Harry had a different plan. He pulled my back against his front, kissing the skin by my ear. His curls tickled my sensitive skin and I gave a squeal, trying to escape.

"Somebody's ticklish..." he growled.

"No! No, please don't, Harry," I whined, the socks on my feet slipping in the floors as I attempted to run. HIs fingers skittered across my sides softly, making me giggle uncontrollably.

I fell to my knees, trying to stop his hands. His arms went around my waist, spinning me around once before going back to tickling me. "Stop! Harry!" Harry had a wicked smile on his face.

"Nope."

An idea flashed in my head. "Ow, ow, Harry. You're hurting me," I whimpered.

He immediately let up, standing to look down at me worriedly. I bolted. "Got ya!" I claimed. I ran around the kitchen, escaping his reaching arms twice before booking it to the TV room. Harry tackled me, the two of us crashing into the bean bag.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that one, love," he warned, his emerald eyes shining.

I stuck my head on his chest. "Please don't, Harry," I said softly.

"How about a kiss and I'll let you go with a warning this time?" Harry stated, drawing circles in my back.

I sighed, moving up to peck the corner of his smirking mouth. "No, I want a real one." I rolled my eyes and exaggerated a disgusted face as I pressed our lips together. Harry's chest rumbled with a chuckle before he deepened the kiss, the hand on my back moving up to cup my neck and hold me to him. I put my hand on his cheek, moving some loose curls that had been on my face. His free hand moved to my stomach, pinching me where I was most ticklish. I gasped against his mouth, pulled away, and punched his chest.

"Sneaky, Emerald. But I don't appreciate it," I said.

Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss on my forehead before cuddling me to him again.

"I don't like it when you call me that," he commented.

I smiled. "That's just too bad then, isn't it, Emerald?"

He smirked. "It's impossible for me to be mad at you, you know that?" He dotted sloppy kisses all over my face. "You are just so dang cute and funny and adorable and innocent and beautiful." As he listed all the things, he would kiss my lips between each item. I was blushing bright red by the time he stopped. "And I LOVE the way you blush." He kissed my forehead sweetly and hugged me against him.

"But most importantly, I love you," he whispered.