FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

FIFTEEN.

OCTOBER, 2017. CONT.

How is he so damn pretty?

I could ask myself that every single day. But right now lying under the covers beside him is the best version of him I've ever known.

He's so at peace. So relaxed.

I trace my finger along a tattoo on his arm. He shivers under my cold fingers and I laugh.

"What're you doing?" He smirks, eyes still shut.

"Nothing." I squeak.

Harry finally opens his eyes and rolls onto his back, staring up at me. He tucks one arm under his head and uses the other to squeeze my thigh.

"I could stay here forever with you." He quietly tells me.

There's some truth in that.

I grin and cup his jaw, "You and me both, mon chérie."

I notice a large smile stretch across his face.

He liked that.

"Mon cherry."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at him.

"You're an idiot." I squeal as he hovers over me.

"Only for you, babe." He teases.

I reach up to stroke his face and smile.

"Let's move here." I whisper.

Harry tilts his head to the side and laughs softly.

"What?"

"Not now, obviously. When we're married and have had all of our children. We can just come here and grow old together."

"Okay." He nods.

"Really?"

"If it's with you. Anywhere with you is somewhere I want to be."

-

Harry grabs my hand as we cross the street, dragging me through the rain. I roll my eyes and follow after him.

He pushes me against a brick wall, kissing me deeply. When we pull away, I look at him, bewildered.

"What was that for?"

"Couldn't contain myself."

I take his hand and pull him toward a dessert shop,
approaching the clerk.

"Coucou!" I greet with a smile.

"Coucou!" He returns the smile.

I order a few macarons and we wait for him to package them.

"What was that?" Harry muses, the widest smirk on his face.

"What was what?"

"Coucou!" He mocks in a high pitched voice.

I scoff at him and shove him lightly.

"It means hello." I mutter.

"I'm sorry! I was just surprised. I like it." He says, grabbing my face.

"Whatever, mon cherry." I mock back as I hide a smile.

Harry pulls me by my sweater and kisses me lightly as the clerk slides the box of sweets over. I thank him and lead Harry out of the shop.

We find a bench, sitting down with the little box between us.

I pull off the ribbon and open it, pulling a macaron out.