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So Flora James ♡

"Do you like wine?" Harry says as he grabs two long stemmed wine glasses out of the picnic basket.

"Who doesn't?" I can barley get the words to come out of my mouth as my nerves take over my mind.

Harry smiles at me as he pops the cork off the bottle of wine and then fills a glass, handing it to me.

I take a small sip of the dark cherry colored wine, liking how sweet it tastes on my tongue.

I hope this will calm my nerves a little bit.

"How about we play a little game?" Harry raises his eye brows up and down and I can't help but laugh at the silly gesture.

"What kind of game?" I question watching his lips fall over the wine glass, his adam's apple moving as he sips on the drink.

"A game to get to know you a little better... I ask you a question about yourself, and if you don't want to answer you have to take a sip of your wine." He nods his head towards the glass in my hand.

"And will I get to ask you some questions as well?" I ask as he lifts his glass up.

I meet his emerald eyes as I lift my glass to clink to his.

"We will start off simple..What's your middle and last name?"

"I don't have a middle name, it's just Flora James." I shyly sip on my wine, purposely not wanting to look at his shocked face.

Every time I tell someone I don't have a middle name, they banter on about how my parents must have not cared enough about me to give me a full name.

"Flora James.. I like that." I decide to look up from my glass to see him with a lazy grin on his face.

"What's your full name?" I wonder aloud.

"Harry Edward Styles." He scoffs.

"You don't like it?" He shakes his head no, downing a large gulp of wine.

"No, It sounds like i'm some wanna be prince." He rolls his eyes as he refills both of our glasses to the brim.

"It's a nice name. Harry Edward Styles." I smile lazily as the words leave my lips, my eyes widening at how weird I sound repeating his name like some sort of love sick puppy dog.

"It isn't near as bad hearing it from your lips." My cheeks heat as I tuck a strand of my dark curly hair behind my ear.

"So Flora James, what makes you happy?" Harry reaches for a grape as he asks me the quite honest question.

I decide not to grab any grapes for myself in fear of him thinking that's all i think about.

Food.

I think about if I want to drink, and not answer the question or if I want to tell him, and hope he doesn't make fun of me.

"Well Harry Edward Styles, the thing in this world that makes me happiest is reading. I like that no matter where you are in the world or what you are going through, you can just pick up a book and be a different person in a completely different universe."

As the words flow though my mouth I grow shy once again taking another sip of my wine realizing my glass is already empty and we've only gotten through two questions.

But my nerves aren't as relevant..

Harry doesn't respond. He just studies me with those damn eyes and brings his thumb and his index finger upon his lips, squeezing them as he thinks.

"What are you looking at?" I giggle, feeling the wine starting to kick in, and my heart starting to flutter.

The way he is looking at me is the way you imagine looking at someone you love.

"You are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen Flora James." He lets go of his lips, and the shimmering stars behind him fade as his face comes closer to mine.

Do I let him kiss me or do I turn my cheek, and let my first date with the most adorable boy i've ever met, who gave me, Flora James, the fat girl a chance, end up a regret I have later on?

Screw it.

I lean my face in to meet his warm lips with mine as his large hand covers my cheek. Our lips collide gently over top of anothers. I love how soft his lips are against mine as we both adjust to sit on our knees now, neither one of us wanting to break the kiss.

So this is what kissing feels like.. Heaven on earth.

Harry towers over me as he licks a stripe along my bottom lip making me let a small moan out and open my mouth, tangling my fingers in his long chocolate curls. The tip of his tongue twists with mine, and I remind myself to tell my diary of how his tongue tastes sweet.

like vanilla and mint.

"I wish I would have done that sooner." Harry mumbles across my lips, a smile spreading on his plump mouth.

"I do too.." I look down finding his hands now lingering on my hips. I surprise myself when I don't have the urge to remove them.

"You Flora James are going to be the death of me." His lips reattach to mine and I giggle softly as he begins to lay gentle kisses to my neck.

No, Harry Edward Styles, you will be the death of me and I will gladly take my chances.

♡

okay this got smutty & cute & it's my favorite chapter okay.. ugh harry is being really sweet to her and i can't. as a plus sized girl myself i want this so badly. with harry preferbaly.. okay i made it weird sorry! tysm for reading xx