The Concert [H.S]

Chapter 9

"So I think I do have something in mind", he said with a slight giggle at the end. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. What could Harry possibly want from me? "Don't look so scared love. We don't have a lot of time tonight but can I see you soon?" he said with a grin. I nodded.

It was getting quite late. Since I filed the report, we had just been driving around and chatting in his car. I was getting pretty tired. A coffee would help, well that's an idea. "Harry, did you want want a coffee or something, we can go to my work? It's the least I can do for tonight. Please", I smiled, but he hadn't said a word so I trailed "... unless you have somewhere else to be", I smiled but deep down I felt crushing pain in my chest. "Sounds like a plan love." I directed him back to the shop because I had a little more sense of direction in this area. We parked around the back of the shop, since the carpark was empty. We walked quickly to the front, and I got my keys out to open the front door. Harry had his hoodie over his head. I never really realised how difficult it would be for someone like Harry to go where they wanted, whenever they wanted. "Come on Hannah, it's freezing", oops I must have gotten distracted. We got inside, I turned all the lights on. There was only a few people out and about this late so it was nice and quiet. The shop felt weird, the blinds were still closed from when I had left the shop earlier that day and it was very quiet. 

Harry made himself fairly comfortable in one of the booths. "Hmm what can I make for you Mr Styles". I yelled out to him from behind the counter, feeling somewhat cheeky. "Make me one of your finest hot chocolates my darling". I laughed, Harry Styles wanting a hot chocolate, so masculine. "Coming right up sir". I proceeded to make myself a cappuccino and him a hot chocolate. I peeked over to see him in the booth scrolling through something on his phone. 

I walked back over and sat down at the booth after making our drinks and cleaning the machines up. "This better be the best hot chocolate I have ever tasted", he said as he took a sip of the warm drink. "Hmmm", I take that as he enjoyed it. I sat across from him in the booth, not really knowing what to say to this beautiful man standing in front of me. "So Hannah". "Yes Harry?", I said because. Was I flirting? "Tell me  a little bit about yourself", he asked with a serious face. I was never the one to talk about myself but somehow it seemed so natural talking to him. "I'm Han obviously", I laughed and then continued, "I have lived in Sydney my whole life, and still live at home with my mum. I am hoping to move out in the next month or two, that's why I'm working most of the time. I love my family but I'm so excited for that new step in my life. I am just so ready for change you know? I was studying applied finance at university but left earlier this year because I decided that's not what I wanted to do. I absolutely love travelling and would do absolutely anything to travel all the time." I looked over at Harry who was looking back at me intensely. "I'm sorry I feel like I haven't stopped talking", I looked down. "Hey no, I asked you silly. Where do you want to travel next?" he asked me. "I want to travel all of Europe in their Summer and then see New York for Christmas, I haven't been there yet", I felt myself smiling. Travelling makes me so happy. 

It was somehow 1am, we had turned to alcoholic drinks and had been talking for hours. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Let me tell you when I drink, I have to pee every 5 minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror, fixed myself up, then giggled and then ran back to the handsome boy who I knew was just in the other room

"Harry?" I looked at him and giggled. "What are you doing?" He had a slight pink blush on his cheeks. He looked at me again and then looked at the tequila bottle he was holding. Clearly we was sober enough to find the shot glasses because they were also sitting next to him. "Did someone say tequil-a-a" he was now slurring. 

One down.

Two down. 

This was really bad. My vision was blurry. I looked back up at Harry who was flicking through his phone again. Suddenly, music came blaring out of his phone. Old classical music. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at him. He had his arm out, "let's dance". I laughed but leaped out of the booth in a flash. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. I felt his hand press against my lower back. Butterflies in my stomach appeared as goosebumps spread over my arms and legs - I knew Harry knew this too. But we danced for the next 4 minutes as the song came to an end. I was still smiling, I hadn't felt this happy in a while. I leant my head against his chest, since I was clearly quite short compared to him. We stood there for a bit swaying, my head still rested on his chest. 

Our next song had come to an end. But we were still pressed together, waiting for the next song. Harry looked down at me with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He removed his hand from mind and brought it up to my face. His thumb slowly ran across my cheeks. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he leant in and pressed his warm lips against mine. 

A/N

Hey lovely people! I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy through this time. Slightly longer chapter than usual that honestly went in the opposite direction to what I had originally planned. Also sorry it's been a bit since the last chapter - I am at the very end of my uni semester so the work load has picked up abit. However, I got another comment asking me to post a new chapter a few hours ago and that got me motivated so thank you !!! It's really late here so I'll edit it tomorrow morning when I wake up. I certainly love how cliche this is so far and I hope you do too :) xx