Harry's head pops up out of the water a few seconds later, hair completely matted down and his shirt that he failed to take off stuck to his chest.
"Ooh. It's--it's just a wee bit cold." He says, teeth already chattering and lips turning purple by the second.
"You're insane, Harry Styles."
"Yeah, I'm slightly starting to regret this decision as well."
"Come out then!" I say, holding up his balled up clothes for him.
He ignores my plea with a smirk and dives into another wave, shaking out his wet hair like a dog once he comes up.
"Come in with me!" He shouts, looking at me with begging green eyes.
I shake my head at him, though I actually consider the option for a moment just because of how cute he looks.
No. No. Absolutely not. No way in hell was this boy going to get me to jump in freezing cold water just because he's the most adorable thing I've ever seen on planet Earth. No way.
"Come in. Pleeeeaasse." He pouts.
"It's way to cold, Harry! I can't afford to get sick!"
Before I even finish my sentence Harry is running out of the water towards me at full speed. Freezing water drips off his shivering body, yet he opens his arms to me as I scamper away from him.
"Don't, Harry. Do not." I warn, putting my arms out in defence. He gives me a cheeky glance as he laughs and then snaps his arms around my body. Trapping me in his cold embrace and soaking my clothes along with it.
"Harry, no!" I laugh, cringing as the wind makes me wet clothes even colder.
"There." He says satisfied, pulling away from me to look at my soaked figure. "My mission is complete."
I notice his eyes linger for a second too long on my frame, and the clothes sticking to it, before he glances up to me then quickly diverts his eyes as he smiles.
He clears his throat, "Hm. Alright then, we can go now. I'm pleased."
"That makes one of us." I murmur, smiling as my wet clothes squish in every step I take.
He somehow manages to squeeze his long, lanky limbs into his pants and jacket without too much hassle, though he does end up with shoes full of sand and frozen hair by the time we make it down the road to our apartment complex.
Once we reach our hallway, Harry's hand finally leaves mine and we're stuck in a minorly awkward goodbye.
He gathers his keys in his hand and looks at me for a moment, leaning his head to the side and straightening his back before saying, "Welp--um. . .bye."
At the same time I start, "Thank you for dinner and everything."
He freezes and stutters, "Oh--oh shit, yeah. Thanks for, uh, coming. It was fun, yeah?"
I nod, "Lots of fun."
It's silence for a couple moments before I get my keys out as well, assuming the conversation is over and our painfully awkward goodbye is complete.
I turn towards my door, struggling to enter the right key in the lock as I can still feel his gorgeous eyes burning holes into my back.
"The rooftop? Like, we have the rest of the night still and it's really cool to watch the sunset."
I spin back around to face his nervous body, clutching his keys tightly in his fist and leaning against his door frame.
"What was that?" I ask.
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Crazy | {h.s}
Fanfiction❝Anyone within a ten mile radius, gay or straight, could tell he was beautiful. They could hear it too. I'm sure the cops had been called on numerous occasions on account of him blasting that rock music throughout his flat. (Though, I loved the musi...
