Sunnyvale H.S

37

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Grace's P.O.V

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"Where should we go first?"

I looked up to catch Harry staring down at me, is intense gaze burning into me. He sat on the grey, kitchen counter, swinging his legs, which were wrapped in a pair of black skinny jeans. He pursed his lips as he looked at me,

"What do you mean?" I asked, walking to were he was sat. He took a hold of my arms and pulled me into him, positioning me in between his legs. I rested my hands on his thighs, bouncing my fingertips over the denim.

"Well, now that you're my girlfriend, I've got to take you on a proper date," he smiled proudly, wrapping his legs around my waist. I slid my hands from his thighs, to hold the sides of his legs. He flashed me a lop sided grin, and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. He scratched the back of his neck with his finger, as he thought of an idea.

"I had a few ideas, but I don't know if it's exactly first date material."

"What were you thinking?" I asked, taking his hand in mine.

"I don't know. Nowhere lame like the cinema. I know we can't get caught, but sitting in silence while watching a movie isn't exactly my favourite idea."

I nodded in agreement, ratting my own brain to think of a place.

"I have an idea," he smirked, and I raised my eyebrow, awaiting his brilliant idea.

"What time is it?" he questioned, slipping his hand into my back pocket. I felt his hand caress my ass through my jeans, and I laughed, quickly slapping his wrist.

"You're a twat, it's almost 5 why?"

"I'm the best twat you know. And because I'm not too sure what time this place shuts, and I think it'd be cool to go.

"Where?"

"You'll see, I'll be back in a second."

He gave my lips a quick kiss, before sliding his long body off the kitchen counter. My eyes followed him, as he strolled out of the kitchen, and into the living room.

He collected his phone from the coffee table, and I watched him as he put in his pin, and began to dial a number. A large grin was flashed my way before he ran into the hallway, the phone pressed to his ear.

I shook my head, a light chuckle falling from my lips.

Within minutes, Harry returned, a large smile set on his face.

"What are you up to H?" I asked, and he laughed before pressing a finger to his lips.

"Are you free in 20 minutes or so?"

His face was close to mine as he spoke, a permanent smirk set across his face.

"I think I can rearrange my schedule," I smirked back.

"Well in that case,"

He took me by surprise, by lifting me up from the floor, and gripping onto my legs tightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held my arms loosely around his neck.

"You have a date Miss Lancaster."

He pressed a kiss to the end of my nose, and I scrunched it up at the feeling of how sloppy is kiss was.

"You got my nose all wet," I laughed, unravelling one of my arms from his neck, to wipe it.

"Oh, you mean like this,"