Sweet Creature h.s au

Nine

"Oh, my love, you don't know what you do to me,"

- Northern Wind, City and Colour

Ella

"Ella,"

"Ella, baby,"

"Get off your laptop for a bit, give yourself a rest yeah?" He rubs my shoulders, leaving a kiss on the top of my head.

"I can't, got so much to do," I sigh at all the work being thrown my way by my Professors, cursing at them internally.

"I wanna take you out," Harry murmurs.

"We went out for breakfast this morning," I remind him.

"Wanna take you out.. properly, on a date, dinner, a rose, dressed up," He turns my chair around, crouching down  leaning his elbows on my knees. The look he gives me makes my knees weak, my face lowering to level with his so I could peck his nose.

"When?." I ask trying to keep my excitement at bay.

"Around 8? I'll just go home and get ready, come pick you up, yeah?" I glance at the clock behind me to see that it was already 6:45, leaving me with just enough time to get ready. I nod my head and place a chaste kiss on his lips, giddy, nervous and excited all in one for our very first official date.

"Formal or casual?" I enquire.

"Formal, sort of, a dress definitely yeah? Going to spoil my girl tonight, in more ways than one," He winks, my cheeks flaming up at his suggestiveness. I pull him in for one more kiss.

"Okay, now go go go, need to get ready," I stand up and push him towards the door, earning a chuckle from him at my very evident excitement before he disappears through the door and I'm left wondering what I'm supposed to wear.

-

An hour later, I was being picked up by a Harry clad in a black blazer over a black undershirt, holding a bouquet of roses and for a moment it was like I'd lost my ability to breathe, because for a moment all I could think about was how handsome he was and how lucky I was to be taken out by him. To have met him.

"You- you look fucking beautiful," I finally snap out of my trance to a stuttering Harry holding out the red roses for me to hold.

-

Harry

After changing my outfit at least five times, checking on Zayn and his progress with the food at least three times, I found myself at her doorstep holding a bouquet of roses I was sure was quite big for a first date but I didn't care because it was her. And she deserved it, you know? And so I knock on the door and it feels like the wind is knocked out of me at the sight of her. The dress she wore hugged her perfectly, the slit on her leg showing off her tanned legs, her hair in lose waves and I'm stood there staring at her, probably drooling before I spit out, stuttering.

"You- you look fucking beautiful," The look in her eyes is unreadable, but she grins before taking the bouquet from my hands leaning over to leave a kiss on my cheek, catching a whiff of her perfume I'd gotten so familiar with.

"You-you look fucking handsome," She mocks my stuttering making me narrow my eyes at her.

"You do, you really do though. You look so handsome," She captures my lips in her own this time, our lips moving together and I giggle like a fucking school girl when she pulls back.

"I'll just go put these in some water and we can go yeah?,"

"Wait," I pull one single rose out of the bouquet.