Little did I know that night with Harry would change my whole life upside down. If only I could remember what happened...
*HARRY STYLES FANFIC* (With a bit of Niall Horan too)
Set right before the release of Harry's album Fine Line.
We've been sitting here for over an hour now and the conversation just doesn't seem to end. We've found a nice, private bench where practically nobody can spy on us, and, honestly, I don't even know how we got here but I don't care anymore. Just for tonight, I want to forget everything.
"Alright, so marry, f*ck, kill: Spongebob, Patrick or Squidward.", she says, smiling mischievously. She's still got me tied in her spider web, and the more time I spend with her, the less I want to leave.
"What? Really?"
She lifts her eyebrows so I think of an answer, "Hm... I guess marry... ew, no. Marry Squidward, kill Patrick, f*ck Spongebob."
"That's disgusting."
"Ok, your turn.", I start, and then say the first names that come to my mind, "The Harry potter trio: Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson."
"Oh, that's easy. Marry Emma, of course. Oh, I really like Rupert Grint though... Yeah, I think I'd kill Daniel Radcliffe. Sorry not sorry." she shrugs.
"Really? Alright, whatever you say."
She laughs and wrinkles her nose. Can she stop doing that? I really feel like kissing her every time.
"Beyoncé, Rihanna, and Jennifer Lopez.", she says.
What if I did? What if I tried to kiss her? Would she push me away?
"Wait, that's not fair.", I say, still looking at her lips.
"Why?"
"Because I know these people!"
"Alright, alright. Whatever."
Yeah, I'm dying to kiss her, but I feel like she's different. I want to take things slow with her, do it right.
"What about the One Direction guys?". Once the words have come out of my mouth, I instantly regret them. Is it going to make everything awkward?
"You really want me to answer?"
I'm actually kind of curious so I shrug and let her decide.
"I would kill you of course.", she laughs and winks at me. Alright, maybe I can't wait too long. I really need to kiss her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Sure, I definitely wouldn't want to kiss you."
She laughs softly. Why the hell does that turn me on even more? What does this woman have?
I lean forward so our faces are only inches apart. She looks at my lips and I bite them. Come on, kiss me, you know you want it.
"I would... marry the Irish one.", she whispers.
"Niall? Really?", I answer, not paying attention to what she just said. I just really, really need to kiss her right now.
"Yeah, he's cute."
"Sure."
"And f*ck... I don't know. Probably Zayn?", she continues, with a slow, tender voice.
"Oh, Zayn?"
She opens her mouth to answer me but I stop her with a kiss. She kisses me back, but after a few seconds, she leans back, smiles at me, and then stands up.
"It's a bit cold, isn't it?", she says.
Is this it? Is this all I'm going to get? Just one kiss?
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