You're POV
We walked side by side until Harry grabbed my hand and led me across the street to a small cafe that was tucked someone in the corner of the street. How I had missed it would be a mystery to me, but I was intrigued by its whimsical outer decor. He waved to the waiter and pulled me into the corner of the cafe, next to the big window that over looked the busy street it was located at. A waiter appeared seconds later taking our drink orders and then disappearing to the back to fetch them.
"I didn't even know this place existed", I breathed in awe and tried to drink in all the details of the small cafe and admiring all the knick knacks that decorated the space and gave it a homely feel.
"My favorite thing about this place is this", Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his pencil and began doodling on the table cloth.
I didn't realize it was a thick paper that covered the table, I couldn't keep my eyes still but alas they settled on him. The way his glasses held his hair back away from his face, the way his pink tongue would poke out and swipe his lips. The way his brows would furrow as he continued to draw, he was so intriguing and we hadn't even really had a real conversation. Soon he pulled away from his drawing to reveal a beautiful dahlia, he made a flower look so beautiful that I found myself look at each detail.
"That's lovely, how long have you been an artist?", I asked looking up at him.
"Since I was 12, my neighbor was an artist in my hometown. He helped me refine my art and helped me get into Pratt Institute", he smiled proudly.
"That's awesome", I smiled back.
"What about you, what are you studying?", he asked giving me his full attention.
"I'm studying to become a teacher", I shrugged.
"Interesting choice, why?", he asked still curious.
"I love to help kids, and I love kids myself. I love the way their faces light up when they get what you're teaching them. I just want to make a difference in the world", I explained.
"That's very beautiful Y/n. The world need more people like you", he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
We went on with the lunch talking about what we liked and didn't, about music. I had never had such a connection with anyone but Harry here was definitely breaking all my barriers here with his kind words and soft heart. After our meal he walked me home, we stood on the front steps of my house for a while before he said something.
"Can I see you tomorrow?", he asked.
"Sure, I'm done at 12:30pm", I answered.
"Ok I'll be there to pick you up ok", he whispered as he stepped closer to me.
I didn't say anything or even breath as he cupped my face in his hand and brought his lips to mine. They were addicting and I would never get tired of feeling them on mine. He awoke me from within, I hope the feeling would never go away.
