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Dancing Queen ♡

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"You're telling me, you prefer to read books only in third person?" Harry questions me, one dark brow of his furrowing at me. We have been talking about books for the last hour and a half, and he has been questioning each and every single one of my opinions. He agrees with me on most of my random thoughts about books, and others he just hums in response gently, taking in my words. I don't mind when he doesn't respond. It makes me feel like he's really listening to what i'm saying. No one has ever talked about bookish things with me like this, unless they're judging me for spending half of my life with my nose pressed into a book, but Harry doesn't judge me. He somehow understands me, and I understand him.

This might be my favorite moment with him so far. I know it should be the kissing, or maybe the hand holding, but it's not. It's the way his green eyes glitter at me, when I get lost in a train of my own thoughts talking about books, and authors, and writing techniques.

He just gets me.

"It's not that I prefer it, I just think it's nice to kind of not know what a person's thinking at all times. Why does it have to be so personal? Also, It can kind of cloud the mystery, or the climax of the book you know? For instance, Would you want to hear every single thing I'm thinking about you right now?" I bite off the end of a french fry, tilting my head at him, wondering what his answer is.

"That's the only thing I want Flora James.." He smirks at me, and then lowers his head to my hand that rests on the counter, holding the rest of the french fry, taking a bite for himself. I giggle as he chews the fry with his mouth closed, squirming when he lays a peck to my forehead from across the counter. "Won't you tell me love?" He raises his eyebrows up and down at me, but before I can answer my phone chimes from my front pocket of those so called 'boyfriend jeans' I keep attempting to wear.

"I'll tell you after I take this." I giggle, starting to swipe the answer button on my cell phone. "Liar!" Harry mumbles, walking behind the counter to kiss the ticklish spot behind my ear. Thank God, no one is in the book shop right now.

"Flora?" I hear Lola's voice on the other end of the line. I have kind of been dodging her calls, and texts for the last couple of days, mostly because our conversation the other night when she questioned that Harry could ever like me because of the way i'm shaped, but also I've felt so happy just spending time with Harry this last week, that I just didn't really want to deal with her, and her condescending questions.

"Hey!" My voice cracks through the phone, Harry giggles at my nervousness, continuing to lay wet kisses to the back of my neck.

"Are you with someone? Never mind. I called because we haven't went out in a few nights, and I was going to go out tonight with the girls. Do you want to go?" Lola says, and I can hear the wind whipping through the phone as she speaks.

"Um.." I pause wanting to decline, but Harry whispers in my free ear. "You should go." I turn my cheek to look at him, and he nods at me assuringly.

"Yeah um.. Can I bring Harry?" I mutter, and my shoulders shrug at Harry, hoping he won't be upset that I just invited him without asking first, but he smirks at me sweetly, not seeming to mind.

"Oh..Sure. Do you guys want to meet at that club down on fifth?" She sounds confused as she speaks.

"Kiwi?" I mumble, looking at Harry before saying yes to Lola, and he nods at me, kissing my jaw now. "Kiwi is great! See you later!" I finish, ending the call, letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong? You don't want to go?" Harry mumbles in my ear, and then tucks one of my dark curls back.

"No it's not that. I just feel bad I dragged you into this. You don't have to go. It's probably going to be awful." I say as a customer walks into the book shop, a smile on there face. "Hi welcome! Let me know if I can help you with anything!" I mutter, enthusiastically. They just nod, walking off into the isles of books, and I turn my attention back to Harry.

"I want too. Just promise me you'll save me a dance tonight Flora James." He comes to the front of the counter, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Promise me Harry Edward Styles that you won't stop talking to me once you see my shit dance moves." I lean forward, a smile taking over both of our faces. I admire the stubble growing on Harry's chin, before meeting his kind eyes.

"Hell, it might make me want you even more." His raspy voice vibrates over my lips, and I roll my eyes at him.

"You couldn't be more wrong." I mumble over his lips, before his mouth lingers on mine for a few sweet seconds.

"We'll see about that you little dancing queen."  Harry grabs his worn down journal that sits on the counter next to a pile of books, pushing his hair back with his long ring covered fingers. "I'll pick you up at nine Flora James." He giggles before walking out of the book shop. I sit in awe of the pretty boy, my smile making my cheeks go sore.

Dancing Queen.

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