Fresh Air (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chloe pov:  

Harry helped me get on the unsturdy crap piece of metal, that is this ride.  After he did that he made his way over to this weird looking box that i later realized it was the thing with the on switch. Once it started moving i held on for dear life. 

"Come on don't be scared, live a little." Harry said after noticing my facial expression. 

"Fine."  

I let go a little as it started to speed up a little. To be completely honest this was actually a lot of fun. 

"That's more like it."

About thirty minutes later we both had enough of this ride and i was starting to get tired and i think Harry had noticed.

"Best date ever" I say softly hoping he heard it.

"Well I'm glad you had fun and the best part didn't happen yet." 

"And what part is that."

"This." He says putting his hand in mine, bringing me closer, and starting to dance with me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful green orbs.

We dance and we dance even more, we didn't care who watched , I was way to happy to care. If you know me, you know i absolutely love to dance. I'm not good but i don't trip or step on the other person, well most of the time. 

" You're good at this." I say to harry.

"What am i good at?"

" Making me happy." I say looking up at him with a wide grin on my face.

" God, you've got the prettiest eyes." He says still dancing.

"Thanks, its getting kinda late shouldn't we head back now?" I'm really tired this is a lot for me and i have that stupid doctor appointment tomorrow. Ewe, i don't even want to think about my "illness'. I just want to be in this moment forever; dancing with Harry,  looking into those gorgeous green eyes, having my hand in his, these butterflies i feel. Is this what falling in love is like? Am I falling in love with Harry?

My thoughts  get interrupted  by Harry's deep voice.

"Chloe?" he says.

"Hmm."

"You just like zoned out for a minute, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Yeah you look it. I better get you home."

We walked down the street lite street hand-in-hand, humming songs to myself with Harry singing softly. Hell, he has the voice of a fucking angle.

"Well here we are." Harry says stopping in front of my porch.

"Yup" I say with a little giggle. "I had a really fun time tonight."

" So did I." he says with a smile on his face.

Once i let go of his hand he put his hand on my cheek and yet again i feel the butterflies in my stomach. He moves closer so there is a centimeter  in between us and he places his soft lips on mine. The kiss was hard and soft. it was perfect.

"Good night love." He says breaking the kiss and leaving me smiling like an idiot on my porch.