kaitlynn rose // h.s

late night fun

kaitlynnrose: harry really knows the way to my heart. cutest date ever😩❤️

"I love that one," I peer over Harry's shoulder as the photo develops. I'd finished up my homework early and decided to come over to his place since he'd asked me to have dinner with him. I found him hidden away in his little dark room, working on a project that he'd taken pictures of me for a couple days ago.

"Me too," Harry smiles. "I think it's one of my favorites that I've ever taken of you. You're so stunning."

I feel my cheeks heat as they turn pink. "Thanks, bub. It helps that you're such a talented photographer though."

Harry turns and glares at me. "Hey, none of that. No undermining your beauty."

I giggle and kiss his shoulder. "Hush. I'm gonna head downstairs and grab a drink, want anything?"

"I'm alright, thanks."

He takes the photo out of the last bin and hangs it in the dryer. I kiss his cheek on my way out of the dark room and head downstairs. I grab a glass of water and then go back up. When I get into the darkroom, Harry isn't in there anymore. I peer into the music room and he isn't in there either. When I go into the bedroom, a gasp escapes my mouth.

His invite to dinner was apparently a full blown date. He'd set up a fort with string lights inside, the floor covered in blankets and pillows. His laptop is set up and there's Chinese takeout boxes on the side.

I glance over as he steps up next to me. He's got a smirk on his face, his hands behind his back. "How- when... huh?"

"I had it set up before you got here," he smiles fully. "I'm just glad you remembered me saying I was going to be in the dark room and didn't walk in here before I wanted you to."

I wrap my arms around his torso and hug him tight. He cups my face with his hands and angles my head up so he can press his lips to mine. "Love you," he mutters in between kisses. "Hope you're hungry, I ordered way too much food."

"Perfect," I smile as I back up. "We have leftovers to eat when we're hungover tomorrow."

His eyebrows perk up and he laughs. "Who says we're gonna be hungover tomorrow?"

"Me. I say that. I'm done with homework and work until Monday, so I'm literally all yours all weekend."

"In that case, I'll go get more wine."

I smile and peck his lips before going over to the fort and curl up with a blanket. He disappears downstairs for a minute and comes back upstairs with a second bottle of wine.

"You know, I don't think I ever got wine drunk before I met you," he mutters at he walks back in the room. "Now it's literally the only way I get drunk."

He sits down next to me and opens up the wine. I sit up and start opening the containers of food. 

"I'd only ever been drunk twice before I met you," I shrug. "Both from wine, both with Erin when I was super stressed. Turns out, alcohol doesn't really help."

Harry laughs. "No shit."

I open his laptop and and log into his Netflix. Even though he probably doesn't want to watch it at all, I turn on Mean Girls. He hands me a glass of wine and we get the food that we want. By the time the movie is over, we're nearly a bottle of wine down and I'm so full of food that I might explode.

As Harry looks for something else to watch, I cuddle up to him. I trace the eagle tattoo on his arm and he presses a kiss to my head.

"I still wanna get a tattoo," I sigh. "There's actually a few that I want."