Take Me Home

Soph

My heart was practically a race horse. I didn't really look at Harry all that much but now as I was staring at him, I was wondering why I hadn't found him attractive before. His chocolate brown hair swept to one side in perfect curls. Harry's emerald green eyes were staring intently at the ground. His teeth were slightly gnawing on his bottom lip. Harry's hand were tucked in his jean pockets.

I tried to snap out of it, "So where are we going?" I said.

"Erm," he finally looked up, "How about Starbucks?" he pointed to the coffee shop that had next to no one in there. I nodded.

We were waiting for our coffee sitting at a table when he asked, "So how are you?" his green eyes seemed to pierce my soul. But in a good way, if that's even possible. I could feel my awkward ramblings begin.

"I'm good thanks, I had today off cause were we were all doing so well. Which I suppose probably didn't serve us well because all the dancers are probably going to forget everything. Which will suck major balls. I don't think I'll forget the choreography though, I don't really forget anything. My brain is like a computer, analyzing everything when it come and goes. Cause everything and everyone that comes always ends up going," I tried to switch topics, "I'm like really sore right now because of my work out's though. I don't think I've been this sore since my show in New York. There was this really hot producer who told us we did really well and I think that was the night I lost my..." I stopped myself, "Anyways, I really suck at talking. As you can see. I'm so sorry, I'm just really awkward." I looked down at my now sweaty hands. Suddenly a burst of laughter came from in front of me as Harry was gripping his sides.

"Oh my gosh!" he weezed.

"Harry, it's not funny," I started to laugh.

"You're right," he nodded solemnly, a smirk playing itself on the corner of his lips.

"So now that you know how completely and utterly unsocial I am, how are you Harry Styles?" I asked.

"I am very good," he answered.

"What? You couldn't ramble for hours about your life too?" I joked. He grinned. God in heaven did I like it when he smiled. The barista came over to us and gave us our coffee, winking at Harry. I suddenly had the urge to say something like, "Back off, bitch."

"Thanks," Harry said, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Anytime," she said seductively. She glared at me, and I returned the gesture.

"She was nice," Harry said, sipping his coffee. I noticed something and grabbed the beverage from his large hands. I turned it so he could see it.

"Nice enough to give you her number," I hissed. What was up with me? Harry looked at the note the girl wrote which had said: "Call me for a good time;)" it was followed with her number.

"Is someone jealous?" he asked.

Harry's POV

I waited for her answer as she stared at her drink. I just really wanted some confirmation. She was acting a little weird. I had meant the question as a joke but now I was really curious.

"Soph?" I asked. There was a long pause until her gorgeous bright blue eyes looked at me.

"Did you just call me Soph?" she asked, smirking.

"I suppose I did. Do you not want me to call you that?" I said, about ready to take it back

"No! I mean, yes...? I just-- umm... I like it," she stumbled. I thought tripping over words was my job? I loved the way she rambled on and when she realized it, she blushed and looked down.

"Good," I smiled. I could see red spread across her freckled cheeks. She really was the cutest thing. Sophia's light brown hair fell down to mid back, the tips a slight color of blonde. She had a full bottom lip and a thin top one that I found really fucking sexy. She had perfectly straight teeth and a perfectly beautiful smile. Sophia was literally an angel. And in that moment I thought: I'm going to make her my angel.

"Anyways, what do you want to do today?" Soph said. I made a mental note that she ignore my question about being jealous.

"Come with me," I took her hand and an electric shock traveled up my arm. I looked at her but it was like she didn't even realize it. I dragged her outside and had her link arms with me. I'm turning into such a sap.

Sophia's POV

I could feel the warmth of Harry's skin through our jackets. We didn't talk much and when we did, I just looked stupid and Harry would laugh at me. His laughter wasn't judgmental like most people's are. It was a whole-hearted laugh that was warm and yea. The silence wasn't awkward at all, I liked it. Harry finally lead us to a park where we both sat on the swings.

"How long are you here for?" Harry asked, not looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well you moved here, and I just thought that--"

"I'm living here," I cut him off. Harry breathed out a little.

"Oh," he breathed. I smiled at how cute it was when he smiled or even worse when that killer smirk flashed.

"How long are you here for?" I joked.

Harry raised an eyebrow and glared playfully, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you tour?" I asked.

"Oh, well we don't tour until a couple months, we are going to Germany in a couple of weeks though," he answered.

"Oh," I breathed. Harry started to laugh and I joined him.

"So tell me Soph," to be honest, that nickname was the best, "what were you studying in America?"

"I double majored in dance and musical theatre."

"So you can sing?" he asked, stopped swinging.

"Yea, I think the music and theatre kind of imply it," I laughed, swinging again.

"Why aren't you looking for a job in musical theatre then?" he asked me seriously.

"Well I was going to audition for a few shows after I was done with my current job, you know with back up dancing for Little Mix."

"Ah."

I swung myself back and forth, eventually closing my eyes. The silence was great and all I could hear was the wind blowing and our breathing. There was a rustle of leaves and when I opened my eyes, Harry was in front of me, stopping my swing.

"Soph?" he asked.

"Harry?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you ticklish?" my eyes widened.

"No," I answered unconvincingly. Harry smirked evilly, "Oh God." Harry's fingers came closer to me as I whimpered, "Harry please, oh my God," He attacked my sides and I began to laugh, "HARRY" I lost my balance on my swing and I fell backwards, with my legs still on the swing. The panic in Harry's eyes told me he didn't expect it either, he fell forward on top of me. The air left my body, leaving my gasping for air.

"Soph?! Oh my God," Harry rolled off of me, "Soph? Say something!"

"You're so fat!" I got out. Harry roared with laughter and when all my air came back, I did too. We both caught our breath, staring at the clouds in the sky. It was actually quite peaceful and I felt my heart start to race and my cheeks flush when I realized Harry's hand was touching mine. My breathing hitched and his fingers began to move, then...

"OMG IS THAT HARRY STYLES?!?!" a girl screamed. Harry groaned. We looked to the sound of the noise and saw a group of girls and a group of men with high tech cameras running toward us.

"Can you run?" Harry looked at me.

"In heels?" I asked, "Harry I dance in heels higher than these."

"Good." Harry quickly got up and took my hand, "Ready?" he asked, squeezing my hand.

"Always," I grinned.

And we took off sprinting.