Crush

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The rest of the boys file inside, leaving me and my crush, Harry, outside alone.

"The sunset is so pretty," I comment, staring at the purple-pink sky.

"Mhm." He glances over. "(Y/n), you're shaking! You must be freezing!"

I smile a little. "A little, maybe."

"Here." Harry hands me a blanket from one of the other boys' chairs.

"Thank you." I lay it across my lap, and look towards him. "Harry, come closer. You must be cold, too."

He scoots his chair next to mine, so our arm rests are overlapping.

I move the blanket down so we have equal shares.

I move my legs up to rest my chin on my knees, but suddenly my chair starts to tip forward.

Harry catches it before I fall into the bonfire in front if us. "I can't believe I have a crush on such a klutz," he chuckles.

Crush?!

I bite my lip, embarrassed, as I rearrange myself. "You have a crush on me?" I ask quietly.

We make eye contact, and Harry nods. "Of course I do. You're beautiful, and nice, and smart. And you have lots of talent behind our camera," he adds.

I blush. "Thanks.." I smile, "I have a crush in you, too.."

I suddenly feel his fingers brush mine beneath our blanket. Our fingers interlock, and he leans over and kisses my cheek.

"Wanna go get smoothies?"

"Is Harry Styles asking me out on a date?" I smirk, looking at him.

"Only if you say yes," he grins.

I smile. "Of course. Tomorrow?"

"No, let's go right now."

"Now?"

"Why not." He throws the blanket to another chair as he pulls me up. My head rests on his chest as his arm wraps around my waist, and we walk towards his car for a night to remember.

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