"Two hot chocolates, please."

The Official Tour

Before I knew it, the curly headed stranger, I now knew as Harry Styles, and I were on our way to the bakery mentioned before. Our noticeably different figures pressed securely into each other whilst on the lankier boy's motor bike as we rode along.

As the morning progressed, the wind had begun to die down in the slightest, giving both of our sets of cheeks a chance to return to their natural color instead of bright red.

As we came to a stop, I carefully brought my leg up off from around the bike, climbing down and off, watching this newfound friend of mine as he dealt with securing his nicely-kept machine before we both headed to the entrance of the bakery.

"Harry? Uh.. Could you show me what's the best to get here? I'm not the smartest with pastries and such," I admit with a faintly nervous grin and the shrugging of my shoulders, which were soon being clasped by the younger boys abnormally, yet faintly intriguing, large hands.

"Of course, lad."

I felt one of his hands drop to clasp around mine, completely enveloping around my much smaller build, as he led us both up to the counter, pointing to each little pastry in the showcase with a small explanation of each.

I have to admit. I could /not/ pay attention to anything he said. Not with that warm, strong hand of his touching me.

He didn't drop it. Not even the slightest bit of grip was loosened.

Did I like it? I'd be crazy not to. This guy was incredible. Too incredible.

What was he hiding? I was determined to find out about him.

"Louis? It's just a pastry, you don't have to think so hard on it."

My expression softened immensely as I'm pulled from the deep-in-thought conversation I was having with myself. I must've looked quite surprised as he continued on without waiting for a response.

"I've noticed how your eyebrows furrow in frustration when you're deep in thought. It's actually.. Kinda cute."

Shit. There it is again. An embarrassingly noticeable flush spreads across my cheeks at the subtle compliment, stuttering slightly as I try to come off as if I get sweet words like that often.

"Is it..? I.. I guess I haven't noticed before. Thank you, Styles. I think I'll have the vanilla-chocolate-chip-swirl brownie. Looks good! Oh, and a hot chocolate."

He cocked a brow at my last request as it /was/ late summer and it had been getting quite hot, considering the location.

The taller male shrugged faintly with a polite smile before offering a nod, sliding over past the counter, assuming his place in front of the register.

A faint chuckle passed my lips at the goofiness in his manner as he shot me a few grins from his downward-facing position, preparing the machine before letting out in his raspy, lower tone.

"Hello, sir! What can I get for you today?"

His gaze transfers around before returning down to mine, covering his mouth as to hide it from the people surrounding as he whispers to me.

"I'm supposed to be working.. I'll put in our order then go ask Linda, my coworker to take over. I want a chocolate chip muffin and, what the heck, throw in a hot chocolate. I'll join you."

I nodded with a faint smirk before reciting the order, finishing it off with "And two hot chocolates, please."

I watched as the taller male typed in our order in secret before rushing off to the back, disappearing behind the swinging door.

Boy.. If this Harry Styles sticks around in my life, I don't think I'd mind it. Not one bit.

It was then while Harry and I were chatting whilst on his infamous tour, with our sweets and hot beverages, that I noticed key things I suddenly adored about him.

1. He had dimples..
No one can resist dimples!

2. His emerald green eyes.
They were so full of life, yet seemed to hide a painful past.

3. His curly locks were so luscious. Crazy bouncy, yet not too kinky.

Did I just say kinky? Yeah, let's forget that.

"Louis, are you even listening?"

The taller boy's eyebrows furrowed as he spoke in a much deeper tone, a hint of frustration masking his expression.

"Of course!"--I lied. Straight through my teeth.

"You were not, I know that look. You must be a deep thinker."

He gave my arm a light nudge with one of his newly-familiar, cheeky grins.

"I was saying how I'm glad I've met someone new. People around here.. They're nice, and I love that.. It.. It just seems.. To be a bit.. Well, boring."

His shoulders shrugged lightly as he went on, taking a sip from his drink occasionally as we continued down the street.

"Okay, okay. Here's where my tour begins! Here is Didsbury Park. 'Tis quite nice."

I watched as he spoke with wide hand gestures, a soft laugh escaping from my lips occasionally, following his lead with a nod.

"Wow! It does look quite.. Nice!"

Okay. Not knocking the building, but I was just in this for Harry. I didn't care about the sights.

"Okay, well, let's continue on. Would you like a joke in the meantime?"

Several places and awful jokes later, Harry and I had made our way back to my own place. I didn't want this to end, but it was now dinner time and I promised the girls and mom I would be back for the movie night.

"I really appreciate you letting me take you on this tour today.. I had a lot of fun, Lou."

I could sense the large amount of melancholy in his tone as our eyes met. My blue, his green.

I felt something. Something rare.

We stood in silence for quite a few moments before I forced myself to break the contact, heading up to the front door, a soft grin plastered across my lips as I gave him a faint wave.

"I did, too, Styles. Let's do it again sometime?"

His expression brightened indefinitely.

"Yeah! Yeah.. I'd like that. Hey--Uh.. Lou? I left you a surprise on the bottom of your muffin paper. Wait until you're inside to look at it."

He had acquired a very noticeable blush across the apples of his cheeks. I wondered why it was such a big deal. We said our last goodbyes before he headed off. I slipped inside with a large grin.

What could it be?

I finished off the muffin before tossing my empty cup into the bin, making my way upstairs after calling out to tell mom I was home.

Once I was in the comforting safety of my own room, I kick my shoes off and plop down on my unmade bed, turning over the muffin wrapper to peer at this "surprise".

A number?

A number.

His number.

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