One (h.s.)

thirteen

the one with the kiss

When they had both finished their take away soufflés, Harry having picked a vanilla bean one and Charlotte the peppermint one, they strolled back towards Harry's apartment.

She did not know, but Harry directed them towards there because he wanted to show her something. And, no, it wasn't to show her a fantastic end to the night, but he certainly wished they were.

When they reached his portal, he stopped and Charlotte looked up.

"Why are we here?"

"It's my place, I want to show you something."

She felt nervous by the invitation to his place. But she kept herself composed, telling herself that nothing would happen if she didn't let it, and that was what she was going to do.

"Is it okay with you? It will just be a few minutes, then I'll walk you back to the hotel."

She nodded, and with her acceptance, Harry reached down his pocket for his keys and open the door.

They walked up the stairs to the third floor, and Harry opened the door to his shared flat.

Charlotte observed the place, after Harry had left her alone in the living room slash work place, mumbling something about 'being just a minute'.

There were so many half finished paintings all around the room, definitely Zayn's, as well as a few classic literature books and leather notebooks neatly placed on a small shelf. A medium-sized TV was placed upon the side that was made of exposed bricks. There were two leather love-seats on either side of the coffee table in front of the TV that were a bit worn and old, but it gave the room a sort-of vintage look to it.

Harry came out of the hallway a few minutes later with a guitar case and she knew. He was going to play for her. She was already getting giddy because she had wished for the moment she heard him sing since Michelle told her about his secret talent.

He motioned for the couch and she sat down on one, patting the seat beside her for Harry to sit. He smiled while opening the case to retract his acoustic guitar, and sat down beside her, angling his body so that one leg was up on the love-seat while the other one was dangling, so he could face her.

"Okay, so you might have already realised this but, I'm gonna sing to you," he said shyly looking down at his guitar.

She smiled and softly spoke, "I might have realised that."

"Okay, but don't judge me if it's too bad."

He was nervous and she knew it, but she wanted to know why. She wanted to calm him down so he could relax, so she placed her hand on top of one of his. The moment she touched him, he lifted his head to look up at her, "I'm sure you're going to be amazing, Harry."

And with those words of encouragement, he began to strum his guitar after she released his hand and leaned back.

When your legs don't work like they used to before,

And I can't sweep you off of your feet.

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love,

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks.

His voice was deep and beautiful and melodic and she felt so entranced. The dim lighting of the standing lamp beside them gave the setting a nice atmosphere and Charlotte never wanted him to stop singing.

And darling I will be loving you till we're seventy,

And baby my heart can still fall as hard at twenty-three.