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a million tiny little things

ten

Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?

Harry was lying on his sofa, having a lazy day, for once. There were only a few more days before the band departed to Europe for the next leg of their tour, so he wanted to enjoy lying around, doing nothing, while he still could. He had just been thinking about Fallon and wondering if he should see what she was up to for dinner, when she texted him.

Harry sat up straight and read her text, grinning to himself. He and Fallon had been texting almost nonstop since the end of their date on Saturday. Their conversations were light and funny, and he adored her witty sense of humour. The ‘good night’ and ‘good morning’ texts were becoming a routine, and he loved starting his day off with a cute, emoji-filled message from Fallon.

uhhh YUP! Harry texted back, remembering how tasty her home-made cookies were. He didn’t get home cooked dinners very often, and while he wasn’t the worst cook in the world, he was impatient and bland. He would much rather get something delivered than cook for himself, but someone else cooking for him – and a cute girl at that – was way better than even the best delivery.

Thanks *sunglass emoji*, he added. What are you making? And what can I bring?

Surprise! Fallon replied after a few minutes. And… maybe you could bring some wine for the under-aged one? *angel-face emoji*

Harry laughed at Fallon’s text. He didn’t take her to be a big drinker, and her request somewhat surprised him, but he also thought getting tipsy and giggly with Fallon could make for a fun evening. He reminded himself that she was the captain of the ship, and even if a couple drinks loosened both of their inhibitions, Fallon was in charge.

I think that’s illegal, he teased back, but I’ll break the law for you *heart-eye emoji*.

Such a gentleman! Fallon answered. You pick the kind, I’m not much of a connoisseur.

Deal, Harry texted back, although he was not a connoisseur either. He would have to ask the sales clerk for help, so he didn’t arrive for dinner with some kind of garbage swill. What time? He hoped she said soon – now that the bug was in his ear, he wanted to see Fallon as soon as possible.

When Fallon replied well, supper will probably be ready around 7, but you should come earlier *grin emoji*, Harry took that as come ASAP. It made him happy that she was as eager to see him as he was to see her.

Sounds great, he replied. I’m just gonna have a quick shower but I’ll text you when I’m leaving.

Fallon grinned at Harry’s reply. He said exactly what she hoped he would say. They hadn’t seen each other since Saturday, and the days seemed to drag on without his company. Four or five days without seeing him was nothing considering his career, but she couldn’t help how much she longed for his kisses and cuddles. The texts were wonderful, and she loved starting her day with a ‘good-morning’ text from Harry, but nothing beat his kiss.

She puttered around the kitchen, scrubbing the counters and washing every dish in the sink. She was the type of chef who used every pot in the kitchen while cooking, and usually put off washing them as long as she could, but she didn’t want Harry to come into a messy kitchen and think she was a slob. Also, it helped keep her mind occupied while she waited for Harry to arrive.

It was risky, inviting Harry into her home, with wine. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea – despite the wine, she was almost certain she would not invite him into her bedroom after dinner. She believed him when he insisted she was the captain of the ship, but she hoped he didn’t think she was steering their ship towards a home run with her invitation.

He’s a good guy, she told herself. Truthfully, she knew he wouldn’t expect anything, and she assumed she would have to spell it out for him when she was ready for the next step, but being called a tease once – by a guy who wasn’t even in the same vicinity as Harry – was difficult to shake.

**

Harry checked and double-checked his appearance as he got ready to leave for Fallon’s house. He felt as though he hadn’t seen her in a year, despite only being a few days. He was getting in deep with her, deeper than he imagined he would. It wasn’t a complaint, but it would be a lie if he said his quick feelings didn’t terrify him. He had no idea if he was ready – emotionally or otherwise – for the feelings Fallon brought on, but he couldn’t help already adoring her.

Harry pulled up in front of Fallon’s apartment, laden down with a bag of wine. The sales clerk convinced him to buy a rosé and a white, telling him the rosé was a nice wine for someone who didn’t drink often. While he didn’t know for sure if Fallon was more a teetotaller than not, her age – and her mother‘s intoxication during the infamous phone call – told him she likely stuck to water instead of wine.

He climbed the stairs and knocked on the front door, impatiently waiting for Fallon to answer. He didn’t know what to expect – he knew what he wanted, but he had to wait for Fallon to give him the okay – but he hoped the evening went as well as their first and second dates had gone.

Fallon answered the door, a bright smile on her face. “Hi,” she greeted, her stomach tumbling as she saw Harry’s handsome face. She wanted to smother him with kisses as soon as she saw him, but decided she should invite him in first. “Come in,” she told him, opening the door wider.

“Hi,” Harry answered, matching Fallon’s smile as he stepped into her home. Right away, he noticed the delicious scents in the home, a mix of Italian and fresh bread – two of his favourite things. “Smells great in here,” he commented. He expected nothing less. “What are you making?”

“Spaghetti,” Fallon replied. “Messy, but I won’t laugh at you when you get the sauce all over your face,” she teased, stroking her thumb against his chin. For as shy as she was with Harry, she still couldn’t help but touch him every chance she could.

Harry smirked. “Ditto,” he teased, setting the wine bag on the floor before wrapping his arms around Fallon’s shoulders. “I’ll help you clean up, though,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “This imaginary spaghetti sauce has just gotten everywhere…” he mused, kissing the other side of her mouth.

“Ugh, I’m such a slob,” Fallon giggled, smiling against Harry’s mouth as his lips found hers. She looped her arms around his waist and fell into their kiss. Her stomach tumbled as Harry tugged her closer to him, his body pressed against hers. Their kiss escalated, their words falling silent as they relished in the intense desire behind their lips. Fallon had to stop the kiss before it got too passionate, but she couldn’t drag her lips away from Harry.

It took everything Harry had to pull himself from Fallon. He didn’t want to stop the kiss, but he didn’t want her to think he had a one track mind. With a sigh that almost sounded dejected, he broke away from her delicious lips and looked into her eyes, smiling as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“That’s a nice hello,” Harry teased, keeping his arms tight around her waist. “Might have to say hello to you a few more times before the night is over.”

Fallon laughed, tickling her lips against Harry’s another time. “That’s fine with me,” she teased back. “Thank you for bringing wine,” she added, gesturing to the bag. “Do you want to put it in the fridge?”

Harry nodded. “Sure,” he answered, following Fallon into the kitchen. The smells of the delicious dinner wafted in the small room. Harry couldn’t wait to dive into that sauce. He stuck the bottles in the fridge as Fallon gave the sauce a stir. He peeked over her shoulder at the simmering goodness and touched her back appreciatively. “Looks amazing,” he told her.

She smiled, turning her body against Harry. “Thank you,” she replied, snaking her arm around his waist. She couldn’t go thirty seconds without having her hands on him.

Harry took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around her and pulled her into a tight hug, despite having just released her seconds before. “Thanks for inviting me over,” he murmured against her hair.

Fallon’s body relaxed against Harry. “Thanks for coming over,” she whispered back. “And thanks for breaking the law for me and bringing wine,” she added with a smirk.

Harry laughed. “I’m on the lam now,” he teased. “But you’ll protect me, right? Hide me in the closet if the cops come by?”

Fallon nodded. “It’s the least I can do,” she replied, her tone giggly. She pulled away from Harry and gave him a smile. “This has to simmer a bit longer,” she told him. “But I think it’ll be worth the wait,” she added. She blushed as she said the words. She didn’t mean the double entendre, and she hoped Harry didn’t pick up on it.

Harry wouldn’t have caught Fallon’s Freudian slip, but her reddened face gave her away. He grinned and rubbed her arm. “I don’t doubt that,” he answered simply. He would let Fallon determine if he was talking about the sauce or her.

Fallon smiled and stepped away from the stove, the extra heat adding to her already warm face. “Uhm… well, anyway… Do you want to have a drink and sit outside?” Fallon asked Harry. She nodded towards the window. “It’s still sunny out…”

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” Harry answered honestly. He watched as Fallon nodded and opened the fridge. She reached past the wine and grabbed a pitcher of iced tea instead, the action surprising and tickling Harry. He adored her innocence.

Fallon set the jug on the counter and grabbed two glasses. “Is iced tea okay?” she asked, hoping Harry didn’t want to dive straight into the wine he brought. They would share some later, but it was barely four in the afternoon. She was a lightweight as it was, she didn’t need to have wine before dinner.

“It’s perfect,” Harry assured Fallon, picking up the jug and rubbing her back. “Lead the way,” he directed, gesturing to the front door.

Fallon led Harry outside and poured two tall glasses before they both settled onto the matching cushioned seats. Fallon curled her legs under her while Harry stretched his out in front of him, and they both let out contented sighs in unison.

Harry chuckled at their simultaneous sighs. “You have a really nice place,” he told her, looking around the deck. “I like all the flowers,” he added, noticing the few hanging baskets and flower boxes crammed onto the small deck. “Bit of a green thumb girl, aren’t you?”

“I mean… a bit, I guess, but… I’ve killed a lot too,” Fallon answered with a laugh. “I’m the queen of over-watering. Just too much love!”

Harry laughed. “I can see that,” he answered, reaching across the table between them and touched Fallon’s knee. He gave her a light squeeze. “You’re just too damn sweet, even the plants can’t handle it,” he teased, but he was serious.

Fallon snickered. “Is that a line?” she wondered, covering Harry’s hand with her own.

Harry linked his fingers through Fallon’s and gave a squeeze. “Why, you biting?” he countered. He loved feeling her hands in his. He rubbed his thumb across her new tattoo. “How’s this healing?” he asked her, gently caressing her skin. “You’re not scratching it, are you?”

“You told me not to,” Fallon reminded him. “It’s been itchy though, so I’ve been putting that cream on it. But I don’t like the smell, so hopefully it doesn’t itch for much longer.”

Harry pulled her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against the new ink. “Does that help?” he wondered, meeting her eyes and offering Fallon a crooked grin.

Fallon let out a quiet giggle and nodded. “And you smell better than the cream,” she teased. “So, I mean… that’s good…”

“This is what I mean about you being sweet,” Harry teased back. “Always a way with the words.” He squeezed Fallon’s hand and gave her a cheeky smirk.

“You’re a dork,” Fallon determined with a smile as she took a sip of her iced tea. “It’s not really a gardening story, but… about me killing things…” she began, meeting Harry’s eyes over her glass. “I’m not a murderer, though,” she added with a giggle.

Harry shrugged, taking a drink from his own glass. “I mean… I reckon there’s not much to do in Wyoming, so I imagine most of your stories involve illegal things,” he teased back.

You don’t know the half of it, Fallon thought to herself. She was nowhere near that confession, so she shook her head. “Most don’t,” she answered, forcing her voice to find the teasing tone. “No, but when we were kids… my grandparents had this pond. Not huge, but my grandpa loved it. He had all these different plants and shit in it… and goldfish. And he really babied them. He doesn’t know how to use the internet, so he would use these old encyclopaedias, and go to the library and borrow books on goldfish. He’s adorable…” Fallon mused, taking a drink.

Harry grinned. He loved hearing Fallon’s stories. He didn’t know why she kept so much so close to her chest, but he loved when she offered him a bite. “Did he name them?” he wondered, tapping her knee teasingly.

Fallon laughed. “I mean… probably! He was obsessed!” she emphasised. “My, uhm… cousins… my cousins and I would sit around the pond and put our feet it in. We didn’t have a pool or anything, so it was the next best thing. And one day, we saw a bunch of the fish floating. So… we panicked! And we were like, we have to flush them! Grandpa can’t see this, he’ll be so sad!”

“Oh no…” Harry groaned, suspecting the direction the story would take. “Did you?”

Fallon nodded. “As many as we could scoop out,” she laughed. “We flushed them all, said a little prayer and sent them off to the septic. But then… we missed, like, half a dozen. And my grandpa noticed his little fish squad was a lot smaller than before. So… he came around, asking each one of us… I mean, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but… I can’t lie to save my life, so…”

Harry let out a loud guffaw. “I hadn’t noticed,” he teased. “Except it was actually the very first thing I noticed about you. That, and your cute smile.”

Fallon felt her face warm, but she snickered and shook her head. “Did I even smile at you the first time we met?” she wondered. She knew she smiled at him in the hallway at the office building – once she wiped the shocked look of seeing Harry Styles off her face – but she didn’t think she was cordial when they met in the bakery, or elevator.

Harry smirked. “You gave me a bit of a smile before you screamed at me,” he teased, pulling her hand to his lips. “Not that I’m complaining. At least not now,” he added teasingly.

Fallon rolled her eyes. “You deserved it,” she reminded him. “But you’ve made up for it,” she added with a laugh as she squeezed his hand. “Mostly…”

“Mostly!?” Harry yelped. He pulled himself closer to Fallon and tickled a kiss against her lips. “What do I have to do to get rid of this ‘mostly’ business?”

Fallon cupped Harry’s face in her hands. “Mmm… I’ll let you know,” she teased back, biting gently on his lower lip.

Harry let out a quiet groan. She had no idea what she was doing to him. “Good,” he managed to utter, smirking at her. “Carry on with the dead fish story. I feel like it’s got a good ending,” he teased, but really, he needed the fish story to distract from the impending action happening in his pants.

Fallon laughed. She wasn’t always good at reading signals, but she knew Harry enjoyed her kisses. “Okay, okay…” she agreed. She took another sip of her drink before continuing. “So… oh yeah! So my grandpa asked everyone what happened, and apparently, everyone in my family can lie…” She shook her head, rolling her eyes internally at the accuracy of the comment. “But he knew I can’t, so… He kind of cornered me, and I spilled everything. Told him the fish died, and we didn’t want to make him sad, so we got rid of them. So he’s like, okay, come with me… So I go with him to the pond, and there’s still a bunch of fish swimming around. He told me he shocked the pond, and the fish weren’t actually dead, just… kind of high…” Fallon trailed off and shrugged. “So… we flushed about fifteen live fish…”

Harry snorted. “Jesus Christ,” he laughed. He loved when she shared childhood anecdotes with him. “So was your grandpa just gutted?”

“He was… not super happy,” Fallon admitted. “He’s, uhh… he’s tough but he’s good shit. So… he made me rat out my… the other kids, and then we had to clean out the pig pen. They were pretty choked. I was always a bit of a tattletale…” Fallon chuckled. She realised it wasn’t too difficult telling Harry stories about her childhood if she left out most of the details. “No one ever wanted to play with me,” she added with an exaggerated pout.

Harry grinned as he pictured a young Fallon, skinny and bright-eyed, tattling on her cousins after a collaborative fish massacre. She was likely the cutest little kid on the block, despite her tattling. “I do,” Harry told her, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned in for another kiss.

Fallon’s stomach tingled as she realised what Harry’s version of play could be. She didn’t think he was implying a board game or shooting hoops. Her face warmed as she met Harry’s lips, smiling against his mouth. “Oh, stop,” she giggled. “But… that is a good thing, though…” she added as an afterthought.

Harry echoed her laughter. “I like to think so, too,” he teased. He let go of Fallon’s hand to take a sip of iced tea. As he drew the glass to his lips, he noticed an odd box stuck behind a flower pot by the front door. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding towards the box. “Dead goldfish?”

Fallon turned, looking over her shoulder. “Oh!” she exclaimed, jumping up. She shoved the planter out of the way and retrieved the box. “My subscription box! I’ve been waiting for like, a week!” She sat back down and placed the box on her lap, running her fingers along the taped seal. With a quiet sigh, she set the box beside her. She wanted to see what the summer box contained, but she wouldn’t make Harry sit through her perusal.

Harry heard Fallon’s sigh and chuckled. “What’s in it?” he wondered. “You can open it… Unless it’s private, girlie stuff,” he teased. The thought of Fallon getting a subscription box of sex toys was far-fetched, but he still liked the idea.

Fallon laughed. “Well, it’s girlie stuff…” she answered, looking down at the box wistfully. “Like… makeup or jewellery or something. Last time, I got that blanket I brought to the movies. Lots of neat stuff…” She didn’t want to sound eager, but it was difficult to not open the box.

“I liked that blanket,” Harry smirked. “Or, anyway… I liked snuggling with you under it,” he corrected with an exaggerated wink, even though he felt his face heat up. He picked up the box and handed it to Fallon. “Babe, just open it. You know you want to…”

Fallon rolled her eyes at his insistence. “Oh fine…” she sighed. “Just don’t tease me when I get all giddy and girlie,” she warned him.

Harry sighed. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked before grinning at Fallon. He stretched across the chair and kissed her. “Who knows, maybe I’ll like whatever’s in that box and fight you for it,” he added, flexing his arm.

Fallon reached out and touched his bicep. “That’s not fair, though… you’ll win…” she pouted. She absentmindedly massaged her fingers against his arm. His skin was so soft, his muscles so firm. He was so sexy, she found herself unable to concentrate on anything but Harry’s sex appeal.

Harry watched Fallon touch him, an amused smile on his face. “See something you like?” he asked as she traced her delicate finger around the outline of his ship tattoo. A flock of butterflies awoke in his stomach as she touched him. She was so gentle, so soft, but her touch stirred up more feelings than he realised he had and he couldn’t pinpoint any of them. All he knew was he really liked this girl.

Fallon’s face flushed dark red as Harry’s words snapped her out of her trance. She looked down sheepishly and clasped her hands in her lap. “I was just… uhm…” She trailed off and shrugged. “Admiring your artwork, I guess…”

Harry grinned at her bashfulness. “Admire away, babe,” he teased. He grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “And open that damn box before I do!”

“Okay, okay,” Fallon answered, pulling her hand from Harry and opening the box. She lifted the lid and then stopped and looked at Harry. “Are you sure you don’t care if I quickly paw through this?” she asked. “I know you didn’t come here to watch me look at… eye masks from Australia.” She was such a pacifier, she knew, but she didn’t want Harry to end up bored in her company.

Harry blew out a loud, dramatic breath before reaching over and grabbing a handful of the packaging paper. He tossed it to the floor with a flourish and grinned triumphantly at Fallon. “Your turn,” he said pointedly. Her concern for his good time was nice, but unnecessary. He just wanted to spend time with her.

Fallon nodded and took a cue from Harry, dumping a handful of paper onto the deck. For the next half an hour, the two of them rifled through the box, scrutinising each item. Harry seemed particularly enthralled with the Japanese print kimono.

“I love Japanese stuff,” he admitted to Fallon, but truthfully, he was just picturing Fallon wearing the sheer, lightweight robe with nothing underneath. If he didn’t want his jeans to get any tighter than they already were, he needed to stop thinking about her like that. But it was hard. No pun intended.

Fallon opened a bottle of massage oil and took a whiff. It was a blend of coconut and hibiscus, and Fallon couldn’t help but wonder how amazing it would feel if Harry let her massage his body with the oil. Or, how amazing it would feel if she let him massage her. Her face – and entire body – warmed as the thought entered her mind, and she was thankful Harry couldn’t read her mind. She quickly dropped the massage oil back into the box, hoping her desire wasn’t all over her face.

Harry picked up the massage oil and his hands grew clammy as he realised what it was. Now, he was not only picturing Fallon in the short kimono but also picturing her not in the short kimono and getting a massage from him instead. He let out a quiet exhale as his jeans grew tighter, and he dropped the massage oil back into the box as fast as Fallon had.

Fallon looked up as Harry fumbled the massage oil back into the box. She wondered if he had the same idea as she did. She looked at his hands, blushing furiously as she imagined them covered in massage oil and covering her body. Reaching for her drink, she took a long gulp, hoping to cool her flushed face down.

“What is this?” Harry asked, picking up a small package. He hoped it wasn’t anything he would picture on or doing to Fallon. “Oh, it’s for puffy eyes…” Too bad it wasn’t for puffy something else.

Fallon snatched the package from Harry’s hands and read the label. “Oh, this is what I was hoping I would get!” she exclaimed. “It’s supposed to be so good for under eye bags!”

Harry snickered. “You have beautiful eyes,” he told her. “You don’t need that.”

Fallon rolled her eyes and waved her hand. “Oh, you sound like my dad,” she sighed. She met his eyes and gave him a smile. “But thanks… I’m totally doing this tonight…” She trailed off, hoping it didn’t sound like she was eager to get rid of Harry. She wasn’t, not at all. “Or, actually… probably tomorrow,” she added as an afterthought.

Harry chuckled. He liked when Fallon tried unsuccessfully to hide her feelings. “If there’s enough to share, I’ll do a mask with you,” he offered.

Fallon eyed Harry suspiciously. “You want to do a mask?”

“Hey, I’m not as macho as you think I am,” Harry joked. “I’ve been known to slather my face with green shit, black shit, bubbling shit… Love it all. Especially if it smells like flowers.” Like hibiscus.

Fallon beamed. “Well… all right, then,” she agreed, squeezing his hand. “Why don’t we go see how that sauce is coming, and then we’ll get ourselves all set up for a spa night,” she laughed. It would be a lie if she said she expected them to partake in a spa night when she invited Harry to her home, but she couldn’t wait to try out the face mask with him.

And perhaps the massage oil.

Notes

Comments

@JasperRenee
Thank you! I really appreciate that! It can be a bit difficult to get my head around a new character, so I really appreciate the praise! <3

harambejtrump harambejtrump
3/9/19

Oh I absolutely love Fallon! Something about the character just seems so... realistic if that makes any sense... keep up the good work!!!

JasperRenee JasperRenee
3/9/19