Falling for Harry Styles

“I love you too,” I sighed out in frustration; I was frustrated because we were fighting, because he was leaving again, because it took me so long to finally say something.
His eyes lost the angry look and widened slightly as his jaw dropped and his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. “What?” he let it out a little breathily, sounding shocked.
I took a deep breath and sighed in relief, feeling a weight lifted from my chest. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. I didn’t even know what to do next as I blinked a few times before starting to speak, “Harry…” but I trailed off as he marched across the kitchen closing the distance between us. He engulfed me in his arms securing them around my waist and sunk his face into the hair in the crook of my neck. My reaction was automatic as I wrapped my arms around his neck, latching one hand into his curls. He sighed and I swear I could feel him smile into me as his hot breath raised goose-bumps on my skin.
The position was so familiar, one we used to comfort each other whenever the need arose, yet it felt different this time. It held a deeper meaning than it ever had before; now I wasn’t just holding my best friend, the guy I love, but I was holding the guy that loves me too. I smiled as his arms tightened around me and I played with his hair. We were quiet, the only sound being our breathing, as we stood there holding each other for what felt like hours.
When we did, reluctantly, release each other he quickly snatched my hand in his and intertwined our fingers, smiling at me with a happy, playful (almost childlike really) light in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked in a quiet voice.
I frowned slightly, shrugging my shoulders, “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with feelings. I would’ve rather stayed friends than tell you and risk losing you because you didn’t feel the same way. Even though everyone, literally everyone, thought we would make a cute couple.” He chuckled and I rested my hand against his chest, idly tracing shapes there as I mustered up the guts to ask my next question. “So… how long have you felt this way?”
He pursed his lips and looked at the ground, “Since that night when you first spent the night, we had gone to dinner. That was the night that Chad had… the last time he-” he sounded distressed and aggravated so I cradled his cheek in my hand, rubbing circles with my thumb to calm him. He leaned into and sighed out a breath. He smiled down at me, “How about for you?”
I giggled, my cheeks tinting and eyes dropping to the ground, “The day of the interview for my scholarship. The way it was just so… easy for you to make me feel better. Looking back that’s the first time I felt it.”
I lifted my eyes to reconnect with his and he was smiling down at me. We stood like that for a few moments before his smile slightly faltered and he barely whispered the heavy questioned we were both thinking, “What now?”
I bit my lip and looked up at him from under my lashes. We just confessed our love for one another, what else would we do? I felt my heart flutter as I opened my mouth to reply but immediately shut it again, shrugging my shoulders. I had always imagined this to go differently than it is. I do want to be with Harry, but I want him to ask me; I want to hear the words come from his mouth. Is that selfish? “What do you want now?” I asked quietly as I dropped my eyes to stare at his chest.
He was quiet a moment as his thumb traced over my knuckles and I could feel his eyes boring holes into the top of my head. His index fixed under my chin, raising my eyes to meet with his, “I would love to take you on a proper date.” I couldn’t help the smile that split across my face as I nodded. “Great,” he smiled with glittering eyes. He leaned down closer to me, dropping the hand by my chin to latch onto my hip, lips close to my ear and voice in a hushed whisper, “And it would be lovely if I could call you my girlfriend.”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks as his lips brushed across one and he leaned back to look down at me with a smirk on his lips. I didn’t trust my voice as I frantically nodded, trying and failing to bite back an ear-to-ear smile.
“Good,” he pressed a kiss to my forehead and my breath caught in my throat as my eyes drifted closed. “You should go get ready then.”
“Okay,” I let out a little breathlessly.
I started to turn and felt a light squeeze on my hip, “Wear something nice,” he smiled down at me.
I nodded as I made my way to and up the stairs to my room. I walked straight to my wardrobe and tugged it open scanning the articles. “Nice, nice, nice,” I mumbled to myself. ‘How nice though. Is a dress too nice? Jeans are probably too casual. Okay a simple dress then.’ I shuffled through the clothing until I found the plain black spaghetti strap I was after. I pulled it off the hanger and dug around for my blue belt with the blingy bow on it. I pulled out my light blue cardigan and some strappy sandals before laying it all out on my bed and grabbing a towel, off to take a shower.

After I had dried out my hair and applied some light makeup I tugged on my sandals and grabbed my cardigan, heading down the stairs. Harry appeared at the bottom, “Are you-“ he stopped when his gaze locked on me and his mouth just hung open. I bit my lip and felt subconscious as I reached the bottom and took his outstretched hand. His eyes scanned up and down me as he continued the silence.
“Harry….” I almost whined.
His eyes snapped up to meet mine and his lips tugged into a smile, “You look incredible.”
I smiled as I felt my cheeks flush, “Thanks, Haz.” I looked him up and down. He had a pair of tight black jeans hugging his legs with an equally tight white t-shirt adorning his torso and a blazer with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I winked at him.
He giggled in response, “Shall we then?” he gestured toward the door.
I nodded following his lead as we headed out to his car he helped me in before jogging round the front and hopping in, starting it and taking off down the road. He turned down a few streets before turning to me and asking, “Is that the sweater I got you for your birthday last year?” he glanced at me with a quirked brow and curved lips.
“Yes…” my tone was a higher pitch as I finished, almost like I was inquiring. He chuckled and his eyes squinted. “What?” my mouth dropped slightly and I couldn’t help the curve of my lips as he just shook his head in response. “This happens to be my favorite color,” I dramatized my speech as I pointed to my torso.
“I know,” he smirked at me, “that’s why I got it for you.” he grinned as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.
He helped me from the car and immediately grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, as he lead the way inside.
“Good evening sir how can I help you?” the host greeted with a smile.
“Reservation for styles please.”
“Oh yes certainly. Right this way Mr. Styles,” he said as he ushered us to our table. “Your server will be right with you.”
“Thank you.”
I looked around the familiar dining area. My eyes landed on the table we sat at what seemed like a lifetime ago and my cheeks flushed. I turned my eyes back to him and his brow piqued, “What’s that look for?”
My cheeks flushed even more as I found some courage. “You know you are rather cheeky, Harold?”
His eyes widened as did his smirk at the name, “Yeah, and why’s that?”
“You brought me to the same restaurant as the night you fell in love with me. That is quite sappy wouldn’t you say?”
His cheeks pinked and his smile was shy as he averted his eyes. I knew Harry well enough to know that was his embarrassed look and he quickly tried to change the subject. “So… usually people go on dates to get to know someone, but what do you when you know everything about the person?” his head kind of tilted to the side and his smile was an open mouthed quirked lips kind of smile.
“Oh come on Haz. there has to be something you don’t know about me…?”
He pursed his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, “I don’t know… your shoe size!”
He smiled as is he accomplished something and it made me chuckle. “Seven.”
That’s how we spent the evening; enjoying a nice meal and coming up with odd little things we hadn’t yet discovered about each other. Like how do you brush your teeth, big circles or small, or how you decide what you’re going to wear that day. I giggled and laughed and occasionally blushed as the night went on. I was genuine happy for the first time since that I got the dreaded call. For once in a couple of months I was enjoying myself. For once I was osber and didn’t feel the ache in my chest.

Notes

I tried really hard to make Harry seem like a sap in this one... I think I did pretty good.... anyway... What did you guys think of their first official date? was it good? What you expected? Better? (hopefully not) Worse....?

Comment below let me know what you think...

also i'm starting to write another fic so updates may take longer in the near future.... sorry guys!