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a million tiny little things

nine

As the sun began to set, a small band of middle-aged men took to the makeshift stage in front of the screen and tried to entertain the crowd. Unfortunately for them, many people in the park were too busy chatting and socialising to listen to their songs. While Harry appreciated music and enjoyed new talent, he was too busy with Fallon to give the band any of his attention.

“You ought to get up there and join them,” Fallon teased, flicking Harry’s leg. The two had settled themselves against the backs of the chairs, her knees drawn to her chest and his legs stretched out against the grass. The blanket covered both of their legs and nary a nickel could fit in the space between them.

Harry met Fallon’s eyes and laughed. “I reckon I’m not quite suited for that kind of music,” he told her, chuckling again as the sound of a harmonica echoed through the park. “Besides, I’m pretty content here,” he added, draping his arm across Fallon’s shoulders and tugging her closer to him.

Fallon smiled as she let her head rest under Harry’s arm. “Yeah, I take it back,” she answered in a quiet voice. “You should stay put.”

Harry laughed. “Well, I guess if you’re forcing me to stay…” he teased back, tickling her shoulder. He rested his head against Fallon’s and let out a contented sigh. He hadn’t been on many dates or had many relationships, but any time he went on a date — apart from a very public Central Park date three years prior — they seemed to be at fancy Beverly Hills restaurants or private hotels, because the girls seemed more concerned with being seen with Harry than just simply being with him. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t worry about his and Fallon’s pictures being taken in such a public venue, but he also realised he didn’t care, and he loved the simplicity and normalcy of the date.

He pressed a kiss against Fallon’s hand. “So when are you going to make me more cookies?” Harry wondered. He hadn’t been shy with helping himself and already wished she’d brought more. “Maybe with white chocolate chips?” he added, jutting out his lip in a facetious plead.

Fallon touched Harry’s pouting lip. “And the Oscar goes to…” she mused before chuckling. “But maybe I can scrounge up some white chocolate chips… just for you…” She blushed at her words but she liked how they sounded. Baking cookies for her man — ahem, a man — was so domestic, perhaps sexist, but she loved the idea.

“You’re the best,” Harry told Fallon, his words taking on a laughing tone, but he was serious. “Fatten me up like a Thanksgiving turkey,” he teased.

“Oh… well, I don’t know if I want to do that…” Fallon answered, allowing her gaze to flit up Harry’s torso in what she hoped was an inconspicuous glance. She couldn’t get over how sexy he was. “These might look kind of funny all stretched out,” she added, touching his tattooed arm.

Harry laughed. “It would be worth it,” he told Fallon, smirking as he noticed her checking him out. “Besides… you’re the chef, and… you look damn good, so…” he trailed off with a shrug.

Fallon flushed again, feeling the familiar butterflies take flight in her stomach. A tingle further below told her Harry’s words were affecting her body and her mind. She pressed her lips together, wondering what would take place once the movie ended. Her mind was racing through the possibilities, but she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to accept. She let out a quiet sigh, hoping she could come up with a decision before the end of the evening.

Harry heard Fallon’s sigh and his stomach dropped. He wondered if he was coming on too strong, complimenting her too much. He matched her sigh, hoping that was not the case. “Sorry…” he mumbled, his face warming with humiliation. He wished he had the vast experience everyone thought he did. Dating was so difficult.

Fallon turned to face Harry, surprised by his apology. “Sorry?” she repeated. She gave him a small smile. “For telling me I look good?” She nudged him playfully. “You don’t have to be sorry for saying that. Thank you,” she added shyly.

Harry met Fallon’s eyes and matched her small smile. “Well… you’re welcome. It’s true,” he reminded her. “Probably why I tell you so much,” he added with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Fallon smiled, resting her head against Harry again. “You’re sweet,” she told him, her voice muffled against his shirt. She reached across his stomach, touching his tattooed arm again. She didn’t think she was a fan of tattoos, but something about Harry’s body art was so sexy. Perhaps because it was his body, which was also so sexy.

“You sure like to draw all over yourself, don’t you?” she teased, tracing her finger along his artwork. Her body tingled again. He was unbelievably hot.

Harry laughed, goosebumps appearing under Fallon’s touch. “Nah, I like when other people draw on me,” he corrected. He watched her fingers dance along his arm, following the outline of the rose petals. Despite the gentleness of her caress, Fallon’s touch was amazing. “Do you have any?” he wondered after a moment, forcing his gaze from the mesmerising sight.

Fallon shook her head. “I’ve kind of always wanted to,” she confessed. “Thought about getting a small one, like right here,” she told him, touching behind her ear. “But… my mom hates tattoos, so I’ve just never… I mean!” She frowned. “Not that they’re hate worthy, just…” She rolled her eyes at herself, wondering if she would ever stop sticking her foot in her mouth.

Harry laughed again. “My mum hates them too,” he told Fallon. “But, I mean… who cares, right?” He shrugged. “And, you know, I mean… you hate your mum, right? So you should just get one…” He trailed off, wincing as he heard the words. “I’m sorry!” he apologised. “That was super over the line, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry,” he added for good measure. Would he ever stop flubbing up around Fallon?

Fallon shook her head. “Don’t be,” she reassured him. “It’s true,” she mused. “Maybe not hate… but… strongly dislike, and…” She laughed as she saw Harry’s face, apologetic and distraught. “It’s okay,” she promised him. She rested her hand on his cheek, tilting his head towards her. She found herself speechless, looking into Harry’s bright eyes. He took her breath away, and she couldn’t even remember what she was going to say. So, instead of words, she simply kissed him.

Harry smiled against Fallon’s lips as he ran his fingers through her hair, letting his touch settle behind her ear in the exact spot she said she wanted to tattoo. “You should get one, right here,” he mumbled. “I’ve heard it’s a pretty nice spot…”

Fallon let out a giggle. “Oh, is that right?” she wondered, her lips still fluttering lightly against Harry.

Harry nodded. “So I’ve heard, anyhow…”

Fallon pulled back. “Won’t it hurt?” she asked him, her gaze dropping to his lower torso. Harry’s shirt had risen slightly, exposing a bit of his laurel tattoos. Fallon couldn’t help but touch the tattoo, close to something else she thought she might want to touch. “Did this hurt?” Her entire body tingled as she grazed Harry’s soft stomach and she had to remind herself to keep her hands north.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat at Fallon’s touch. Her hand was so close to his goods, if he wasn’t careful, she would get the full salute from his one-eyed trouser snake. “Uhm…” he stammered, trying not to focus on her soft touch. “I, uhm… well, some do…” he managed to answer. He cleared his throat. “But I’d hold your hand for you,” he offered with a grin.

Fallon smiled. “Well, I would hope so,” she teased, reluctantly moving her hand from his stomach. She didn’t want to do too much, too soon, especially in public, but it would be hard to pull the thought from her mind now.

**

It didn’t take long for Harry to realise he did not like The Shining. There were few things creepier than kids in horror movies, and Danny Torrance and his weird finger were near the top of the Creepy Kids list. He tried to distract his mind from the movie by kissing Fallon’s hair or drawing random shapes along her arm, but she had hordes of facts about the movie to share, forcing him to pay attention as she quietly chattered through the scenes. For someone who didn’t say much, she had a lot to say during the movie.

“You know, they considered Robin Williams for this movie,” Fallon whispered to Harry. She had tucked herself under his arm and while the chairs weren’t as comfortable as they looked, Fallon didn’t want to move. “Wouldn’t that be weird? Mrs Doubtfire as this guy?”

Harry snickered. Usually chatter throughout a movie annoyed him, but he didn’t think Fallon could ever do anything to annoy him. Not to mention, he didn’t care about the movie in the slightest. “Mrs Doubtfire might be creepier,” he pondered. “When you think about it… middle-aged man dressing up as a granny, so he can see his kids. Those kids are probably better without him.”

“Imagine Jack Nicholson as Mrs Doubtfire,” Fallon laughed. “Here’s Johnny!” she quipped in a bad British accent.

Harry shook his head. “Is that what you think us Brits sound like?” he teased. “Oh, babe… Might need to spend some more time together, get you properly trained,” he added, tugging on her hair. Even if her accent had been spot-on, he’d still suggest the same.

Fallon scoffed, flicking her hand against Harry’s stomach. “Maybe I’m just speaking from a part of the UK that you don’t know about!” she countered with a giggle. Surprisingly, his jibe about her accent attempt didn’t make her blush. Rather, it made her laugh.

“Well, maybe so…” Harry answered. “But I still think I ought to take you under my wing and teach you proper British… vernacular,” he added, pleased he remembered the word from his Word of the Day app.

Fallon raised an eyebrow. “That’s a mighty big word, smart boy,” she teased back. “Word of the Day toilet paper?”

“No, Charmin,” Harry joked back. “I’m just naturally smart. Don’t laugh!” he scolded as Fallon giggled again. “It’s not a joke! I’m wounded!” he pouted, placing his hand over his heart.

Fallon laughed again. “Oh, I’m so sorry…” she apologised, her laughter negating her apology. She covered Harry’s hand with her own. “You’re brilliant!”

Harry laced his fingers though Fallon’s, squeezing her hand before pulling it to his lips. “Now you’re just being cheeky,” he told her, gently biting her fingers.

“Oh, maybe…” Fallon giggled, tugging her hand from Harry’s mouth. She rested their joined hands on Harry’s chest again. “You know you’re not even watching the movie, right?”

“You know you’re nattering on through the whole movie, right?” Harry countered, dropping a kiss on Fallon’s forehead. “Besides,” he added in a low voice, “I’m a wee bit distracted…”

Fallon smiled against Harry’s chest, the butterflies responding to his words. “Sorry…” she whispered. She wasn’t, and she doubted he cared. “I’ll shut up… Except, oh!” She pointed to the screen as Jack Nicholson wandered into the hotel bar. “This is funny… So, Jack Nicholson plays a character named Jack, who’s drinking Jack Daniels, see? And his son is Danny, played by Danny Lloyd… and! The name of the bartender who serves Jack the Jack Daniels is Lloyd. Isn’t that weird?”

Harry took a moment to connect the dots Fallon laid out. They didn’t quite make sense, and he also didn’t care. However, her enthusiasm was adorable. He chuckled, kissing her cheek. “You are so fucking cute…” he murmured, laughing again as his kiss found her lips.

“Are you making fun of me again?” whispered Fallon, smiling against Harry’s lips.

Harry shook his head. “If I was going to make fun of you, I’d have said something when you told me they only fed Jack Nicholson cheese sandwiches to keep him cranky while filming,” he teased her. “You must work for IMDb, huh?”

“No, I have The Shining trivia toilet paper,” Fallon quipped.

Harry guffawed loudly. “It actually wouldn’t surprise me if you did,” he teased. “Only because it sounds like a really cool thing, and… you’re a really cool thing, too,” he added, smirking as he kissed Fallon’s cheek. He enjoyed teasing her, but he didn‘t want to overstep and hurt her feelings.

“Well, cooler than you, anyway…” Fallon teased back, squeezing his hand. She exhaled softly as she rested against Harry, looking down at their joined hands. “But you’re pretty cool, too…” she commented after a few quiet moments.

“I’m not, but I like that you think so,” Harry chuckled. He glanced at the movie screen. “I reckon it’s about to get really scary… am I right?” Without waiting for Fallon’s reply, he tugged her closer, sandwiching her small body between his knees. He rested his chin on her shoulder and settled his arms around her waist. “You promised you’d protect me,” he murmured into her ear.

“I did, didn’t I?” Fallon mused, leaning against Harry. She covered his arms with hers, hugging him against her. She could hear his heart beating fast and feel her own heart beating faster. It was hard to believe they were only on their second date. “Don’t worry,” she told him, ticking his arms. “You’re safe with me.”

Harry smiled. “Ditto,” he whispered. He hoped Fallon knew how much he meant it.

**

“What did you think?”

Harry reached his arms over his head, stretching his back as the closing movie credits rolled. He grabbed a corner of the throw blanket, helping Fallon fold it and shrugged as she stuck it in the bag. “I mean… it wasn’t that scary…” he answered thoughtfully. “The end was a bit nail-bitey, but… I thought it would be worse,” he admitted.

Fallon smiled. “It’s because I was protecting you,” she pointed out. “And,” she added, swinging the bag over her shoulder, “because it’s not scary.”

Harry found Fallon’s hand as they walked towards the parking lot. “Maybe not to a brave superhero like you,” he teased. He didn’t tell Fallon, but the real test would come when he tried to sleep. He still could have nightmares. Of course, he may not end up sleeping alone, so perhaps he wouldn’t.

No, he had to push that notion from his mind. As much as he would love to spend the night with Fallon, he had to leave that up to her. She was cuddling with him, showing affection and even kissing him without him kissing her first, but he still was not sure if she would extend a sleepover invite to him. And, as much as he wanted to stay with her, he hoped she knew that wasn’t his end game and he had no expectations.

“Has any movie ever scared you?” Harry continued, glancing down at Fallon. He hoped there had been at least one.

Fallon nodded. “Orphan,” she answered. “It had, uhm… what’s her name from the Conjuring…” She looked up at Harry and laughed. “Not that you’ve seen that one,” she teased. “That one was pretty scary too, but Orphan… it’s so messed up, and the orphan girl is such a creep… She was also in The Hunger Games, and I was so creeped out watching that!”

Harry laughed. “So, The Shining doesn’t scare you, but The Hunger Games does?” he asked. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. He couldn’t get over how adorable Fallon was.

“Just the one character,” Fallon corrected. “I’m still a brave superhero!”

“Mm-hmm…” Harry hummed. “So, just how brave of a superhero are you?”

Fallon furrowed her brow. “I mean… I… why?” she asked warily. Harry’s tone was suspicious, and she knew he had something up his sleeve. While she trusted him almost one-hundred percent, she still had a sense of apprehension as she wondered what he had in mind.

Harry grinned, squeezing Fallon’s hand. “Oh, just wondering,” he answered airily. He laughed as he saw Fallon’s furrowed brow. “You’re cute when you’re worried,” he told her, reaching into his pocket for his car keys. He opened the door for Fallon, who was looking at him expectantly.

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, fluttering a kiss against her lips. “It’s just an idea. You can bail if you want, I promise. But… you shouldn’t,” he added teasingly. “Babe, just trust me,” he told her, the concerned scowl still across Fallon’s pretty face.

Fallon wondered if Harry knew how difficult it was for her to trust anyone, but the earnest smile on his face was a comfort. So, she blew out a sigh and nodded. “I’ll try,” she promised. It was the best she could do.

Harry grinned. “That’s all I’m asking,” he assured her, slamming the car door behind her. He hurried around the vehicle and slid in beside Fallon, finding her hand after he started the engine.

“Harry, I really don’t want to do something like… like bungee jumping or like… something physically scary…” Fallon pleaded as he drove out of the parking lot. “I’m not good with heights, and I like scary movies but I don’t want to do something where I’m like… being chased or popped out at or…”

“Shh…” Harry whispered. “I promise it’s nothing like that. It’s just an idea,” he repeated. He ran his thumb along Fallon’s hand. “You worry too much, babe. Just…”

“Trust you?” Fallon interjected.

Harry nodded. “Exactly.”

Fallon huffed out another sigh. “Don’t make me regret it,” she warned Harry. She wondered if he knew she was speaking about more than just his surprise excursion.

**

A short drive later, Harry slowed and pulled into a parking lot only a few blocks from Fallon’s home. She squinted her eyes, trying to read the dark sign on the side of the building. Her stomach tumbled as she made out one of the words.

“Tattoos?!” she squeaked out. She looked at Harry. “You want me to get a tattoo?” She shook her head. “No way,” she determined. “I can’t do that!”

Harry laughed. “Sure you can,” he answered. “Plus, I’m here and I said I’d hold your hand. Unless you don’t like that,” he teased, squeezing her hand.

Fallon rolled her eyes. “I like the hand-holding,” she answered. “But it’s going to hurt!”

“It’s not,” Harry promised her. “You don’t have to get one,” he reminded her. “But… what a fun story to tell our grandchildren, huh? Our respective grandchildren, I mean,” he quickly corrected. “Come on…” he added, giving Fallon a charming grin. “Will you at least come inside and hold my hand while I get one?”

Fallon huffed out a dramatic sigh. “God, I’m always the one who has to protect you,” she sighed with facetious annoyance. “Okay, fine. I’ll hold your hand and talk you out of something stupid. You have enough of those,” she added teasingly before hopping out of the car.

“Hey!” Harry protested, quickly following behind Fallon. He grabbed her by the hand, whirling her around to face him. She shrieked out an adorable giggle, causing a wide grin to spread across Harry’s face. “Cheeky,” he murmured, sliding his fingers through her hair as he pulled her closer to him. He snagged her lips between his, gently biting on her lower lip. “I don’t think you think they’re all stupid…” he added in a low voice, placing her hand against his lower stomach. “Right?”

Fallon giggled again. “I never said all!” she protested, tickling her fingers against his laurel tattoo. “Just some… not this one…” She blushed at her words, her entire body heating as she realised what she was so close to touching. And not only did she want to touch him, she wanted him to touch her. Instinctively, her back arched, her breasts pushing against Harry’s chest. After only a moment, she realised what she was doing — and where they were — and pulled away.

“Anyway,” she said, clearing her throat. “Should we go inside then?”

Harry chuckled. Fallon was clearly feeling as libidinous as he was. He wondered if they would end up having a sleepover after all. His body tingled at the notion. He wanted to see her, feel her, touch her in every way possible, ways that weren’t possible in a public parking lot. He almost wanted to forget about the tattoo, but they were already at the studio.

“Let’s go, pretty girl,” Harry replied, taking Fallon’s hand and leading her into the tattoo studio. He’d been inside many times before, but never with a cute girl on his arm. He felt the need to assure Fallon of the fact. “Never brought a date here before,” he murmured. “Aren’t you special?”

“Or unfortunate,” Fallon deadpanned. She laughed as Harry hip-checked her. “Yeah, yeah… I’m special…” she sighed. She looked around the small, empty studio. An odd, medicinal smell was in the air, but she assumed that was a good thing. Templates and tattoo ideas covered the walls, but Fallon could only focus on one thing. “Is it going to hurt? Be honest…”

Harry laughed again. “Some spots do,” he told her honestly. He didn’t want to scare her out of getting a tattoo, but he didn’t want her to not trust him either. He gently touched behind her ear. “This might, because it’s on bone… But here…” he said, rubbing his thumb across her wrist, “wouldn’t be as bad, because it’s soft…” So soft, he thought as he touched her skin. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted her.

“Okay…” Fallon whispered, watching his thumb graze her hand. Her heart was pounding, but Harry’s gentle touch, not the prospect of a tattoo caused it. “Maybe… I mean… maybe I can get one there. But just something tiny…”

Harry smiled, gesturing to the wall. “There are a lot of ideas,” he told her. “Why don’t you have a look and see if anything jumps out at you? I’m going to talk to Freddy,” he said, nodding to the man behind the counter.

Fallon nodded. “You’re quite persuasive, aren’t you?” she teased. Despite her nerves, she knew she would get her first tattoo. She hoped it was the first of many firsts with Harry.

Harry smirked. “Yep,” he answered, tickling Fallon’s back before stepping to the counter to chat with his tattoo artist. He wanted to pay first, so Fallon would have no choice but to get the tattoo, but he determined that might be too pushy.

Fallon perused the illustrations on the wall, waiting for something to catch her eye. Many of the drawings were large — and, quite frankly, ugly — but she stopped in front of section by the window, filled with small, dainty drawings. Stars and flowers, butterflies and bugs, but none of them seemed like something she would want on her body. She was about to give up and tell Harry she couldn’t find anything she liked, when something finally caught her eye.

Harry sidled up to Fallon. “Find anything?” he wondered, tugging on her hair.

Fallon nodded. “I think I like this one,” she told him, pointing to a small zodiac sign, representing the Cancer sign. The Cancer sign typically looked like a six and a nine which, when combined, could seem perverted. But this one had extra swirls, almost masking the six and the nine, and giving the tattoo a delicate, feminine look.

Harry grinned, pleased she’d found a template she liked. “I love it,” he determined. He almost told her she was a copy cat, as he had his own astrological sign tattooed on his wrist, but he didn’t want Fallon to change her mind. “Ladies first?”

Fallon blew out a loud sigh. “I guess so,” she answered, still hesitant about the inking. “You’re going to hold my hand, right?”

“I promise,” Harry assured her.

Only a few minutes later, Fallon found herself sat in the tattooing chair, Harry’s comforting thumb rubbing her hand while the tattoo artist adjusted the template on Fallon’s other hand. “How’s that?” he asked, leaning back so Fallon could judge the placement.

Fallon nodded. It was small, only the size of a dime, placed right under her thumb pad. “I think that’s good,” she answered, feeling more excited when she saw the template on her skin. She still worried about the pain, but it would look great when finished.

Harry watched Fallon’s face as Freddy turned on the gun and touched it to Fallon’s skin. “How is it?” he wondered after a few moments. Her hand was clammy, but the studio was also very warm. “You doing okay?”

“It doesn’t even hurt,” Fallon told him, sounding surprised. She watched Freddy trace along the template, the gun only causing a tickling sensation, no pain. “Is it even… I mean, is this what it is? Or is this just step one?”

Harry laughed. “This is it, babe,” he answered. “See, I told you. Now maybe you’ll trust me?”

Fallon shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see what it looks like first,” she teased him. She let out a quiet giggle and squeezed Harry’s hand. “But yes… I trust you…”

**

Harry parked in front of Fallon’s apartment once they were both freshly inked — her with the Cancer sign and him with snake-eye dice in the same spot — and shut off the engine. He reached across the console and draped his arm across Fallon’s shoulders.

“Brave, tattooed superhero,” he teased, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

Fallon laughed. “I guess we were both brave superheroes today,” she told Harry. “But I hope you don’t have nightmares,” she added with another laugh.

“Me too,” Harry answered, running his hand up and down Fallon’s arm, his fingers dangerously close to her chest. He wondered what she would do if his hand cupped her breast, if his fingers massaged against her soft flesh. He felt a stirring in his groin as he imagined touching Fallon’s bosom.

“I had a great day with you,” Harry said, trying to distract his mind from the lewd thoughts. He tickled the back of Fallon’s neck, drawing her closer to him. “You’re a pretty fun time…” he added, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I like you…”

“I like you too,” Fallon whispered. She licked her lips instinctively, wanting Harry’s warm mouth against hers. She wasn’t sure if she would invite him inside, but she needed to kiss him again. Wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, she pulled herself closer to him and her lips crashed against his. It wasn’t an innocent, soft kiss, but a passionate, lustful embrace.

The front seat was not ideal for a make-out session, but Harry wouldn’t let the console stop him. He pushed his tongue gently against Fallon’s teeth, parting her lips and finding its way deep inside her mouth. He heard her let out a soft moan as her hands wildly ran up and down his back, and her moan urged him on, telling him he wasn’t overstepping.

Harry desperately wanted Fallon’s body against his. His hands wandered across her body as they kissed, his fingers dancing along the hem of her shirt. He ran his hands along her bare skin, touching her bra band. He knew enough to leave it on, at least while they were still in the car, but he ran his hands along the material, his breath hitching as he finally cupped his hand around her breast.

Fallon jumped, startled as Harry’s hand ran across her breast. She couldn’t deny she enjoyed how it felt, and she let his fingers massage against her for a moment longer than she intended before she broke their kiss. She pulled back from Harry and gave him a shy smile as she ran her thumb against his cheek.

“I like you…” she whispered, finding his hand across the console. She didn’t want Harry to think she was rejecting him. She wanted nothing more than to drag him into her apartment and let him touch her breasts, and anything else he wanted, until the sun came up. But feeling his hands on her made her realise that, despite her growing feelings for Harry, she wasn’t ready for whatever came after boob-grabbing.

“I just, uhm…” Fallon looked down at their joined hands, trying to explain to Harry what she was feeling without saying more than she wanted to. “I don’t really know what all the bases are, but I… I’m not really ready for a home run…” She met Harry’s eyes and shrugged, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.

Harry wasn’t sure if Fallon meant she was not ready for a home run with him, or if she hadn’t ever hit one before, but the semantics didn’t matter to him. He smiled at her, squeezing her hand. Fallon was such an incredible breath of fresh air. The respect she had for herself and her body was something he didn’t often see in other girls he’d dated, and it was so refreshing.

“Hey, I’ll hang out on first base with you for as long as you want,” Harry assured Fallon. “Or second base, or… whatever one means I get to hold your hand and kiss you once or twice…” He squeezed her hand and leaned across the console, pressing his lips against hers. “I like you too,” he told her. “And I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re the captain of this ship, babe.”

Fallon breathed out a sigh of relief. The last time she’d told a guy she didn’t want to sleep with him, he called her a tease and then later texted her an invoice for her share of the dinner he paid for. Fallon knew Harry wasn’t like that guy in any sense, but it was still nerve-wracking to voice the same statement and hope for a different response.

“Thanks, Harry,” Fallon whispered appreciatively. “I should, uhm… get upstairs, but… I think first base says you can walk me to the door?” She looked at Harry hopefully, keeping her hand tight in his.

Harry grinned. “Good, because I was going to do that anyway,” he teased, squeezing her hand before jumping out of the car. Fallon met him at the sidewalk and they walked hand-in-hand to her front door. They stopped at her front door and faced each other. Harry brushed a strand of hair from Fallon’s eyes before leaning in to kiss her.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Harry told Fallon as he wrapped his arms around her. “But if I have a nightmare tonight, can I text you to comfort me?”

Fallon hugged Harry back, resting her head against his chest. “Yeah, but I’m a pretty heavy sleeper, so…” She looked up at Harry and gave him a teasing smirk. “Oh, you’ll be fine…” she assured him, patting his back.

Harry sighed dramatically. “I wish I could be brave like you,” he teased back, rocking slightly as he held Fallon. He didn’t want to let her go, and he didn’t just mean literally. But it was too soon for anything more, and he didn’t want to scare Fallon off. If it was meant to happen, it would happen. He just had to have patience and hope she would want to be his, too.



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