(A/N): Hi everyone! i feel like every time i write for you guys it begins with an apology note but i’m trying to balance personal life and college life and that is not working very well as you can see xD. Hope you like this chapter. All suggestion, requests and opinions are open and appreciated. Love you all.
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“Are you free 7 P.M on Friday? - H”
“Found out about a good French place, thought we could try it out.”
“Alright. I’ll pick you up. Good night.”
“You’re wearing this?”. Sahar said cocking an eyebrow up at me.
“What’s wrong with it?”. I exclaimed looking down at my attire. “(Y/N) this is not how you dress up for a date.” Sahar shrugged.
“It’s not a date, I told you.” I said while putting my hairbrush down, was a simple jumper and jeans too casual for meeting an old friend? Or was this a date and I hadn’t realized?
“Potato, potato same thing”. She said smirking up at me. “Come on let me get you something else,” sahar began rummaging through my closet turning it upside down just to find something better. “Come on Sahar, he’ll be here any minute” I huffed eyes diverting to the clock and the door every second.
“Here wear this”, she said handing me a white sundress, with small sunflowers patterned here and there, a round neckline and full sleeves. “It’s gonna be cold outside.” I said, “well more excuses for you two to cuddle eh?” Sahar countered while giggling. Knowing there was no way out of this I settled for it and quickly changed before Harry comes.
Just as I was wearing my pumps I heard a knock on the door, Sahar and I quickly locked eyes and she began smirking, “don’t you dare” I warned and she immediately bee lined towards the door. and as if the odds weren’t already in her favor my shoe wouldn’t fit and mentally cursed myself. Sahar had a habit of scaring away anyone who’d come to our door, she once made a pizza delivery guy cry (I'm not making this up)
Sahar quickly opened the door and there stood a very nervous looking Harry with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.
“Hi, I-I’m here for (Y/N).” Harry said nervously.
“Are these for her as well?” Sahar inquired
“She hates sunflowers and why are you wearing dark green she hates it, why is your hair all over the place have you not heard of a barber.” Sahar replied in a flat tone.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know” Harry mumbled nervously.
“Clearly, she also dislikes people who aren’t confident you have no chance mate.” Sahar said.
“No, that’s not true and his hair is just fine, Sahar stop torturing him.” I said giggling from behind coming up to greet Harry and relieve him from my roommate’s misery.
“You’re no fun.” Sahar huffed, “good luck on your date lovebirds.” she smirked and went back inside. “I’m sorry she has a habit of doing this.” I said to Harry while hugging him. “I’ve fought many big guys (Y/N) but this was my scariest encounter until now” he chuckled, “oh come on she’s not half bad” I chuckled hearing a small “heyyy” from Sahar down the living room.
“Are these for me?” I inquired pointing towards the sunflowers. “Oh, um yes” He said handing me the flowers. “I hope you like these.” “I think my choice of attire answers your question Harry Styles, come on let me put these in a vase and then we’ll leave.” I said amusingly.
“Oh sunflowers.” he said glancing towards my dress.
“Yup sunflowers.” I replied and he smiled at me.
“Okay I feel like this was a bad idea.” Harry huffed coming back to me out from the small restaurant.
“The guy’s English is absolutely horrendous and I don’t know French, love.” Harry chuckled and his little nickname made me absolute putty standing there, gosh (Y/N) get yourself together I mentally noted to myself.
“Oh, that’s no issue, I’ll handle it.” I shrugged, and proceeded towards the little French Deli leaving Harry confused. “Wait up, love.”
Entering the little place, I greeted the old French man managing the place. “bonjour, nous avons besoin d'une table pour deux” (Hello, we Need a table for two) i said.
“Oui Madame, suivez-moi" (yes ma’am follow me)
“See easy.” i smiled at Harry, who was looking at me quite amused. “Didn’t know you spoke french.” “Oh yeah i spent some time in French for a summer school learnt there.”
The Deli was a small one tucked in the corner of the street, something you wouldn’t really notice while passing by but some place you’d want to visit again and again. It was decorated with small paintings here and there, pendant lights towering over every table, an old Edith Piaf song playing lightly in the background. We sat down on our table a small one, tucked in the corner of the deli, away from all clatter. We ordered quickly and began chatting.
“i believe its time for me to add psychic to my resume now.” Harry spoke.
“How’s that.” I inquired, sipping my lemonade.
“Well i brought you sunflowers because i thought you’d like them and you turned up wearing a dress with them on it.”
“No Styles, you remembered from your subconscious because i had sunflowers planted in my garden back at home and they were my favorite.” i replied, smirking.
“You really have to burst my bubbles don’t you?” Harry said fake pouting, making me laugh.
Time slipped like sand from between fingers as we sat and caught up with each other. Harry and i talked about everything coming to imagination, from childhood memories to all that we’d missed over the course of time. Finally after we decided that it had gotten a bit too late we rose from our little spot tucked away in the corner and walked back to my place.
The walk was filled with bubbled laughter and old stories.
“I cannot even explain how embarrassed i was when i realized not only had i spilled coffee on someone but that someone was Liam fucking Gallagher.” i exclaimed while Harry cried with laughter as i explained my embarrassing accident from over two years ago, still mortified from it to this day.
“But why did you start crying.” Harry chuckled wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know Styles i was all over the place.” i exclaimed.
“Thank you by the way, I've never had a date in small France before.” i said , quickly realizing how I'd made things awkward by calling our evening a “date”. “i didn’t mean it that way it’s just Sahar kept calling it a date again and again and it got embedded in my brain and I-”
“It’s okay sunflower, i enjoyed it too.” Harry cut me off smirking. A red hue had already splashed itself over my face and as if i didn’t feel like an inferno already, Harry ducked in and placed a light kiss to my cheek. I could feel my breath being stuck somewhere in my lungs. He locked his mossy green orbs with mine and whispered, “is it okay if i kiss you?” “It’s more than okay” i replied. Slowly he leaned in placing one hand on my right cheek and one just on my lower back, pushing me closer to him, my hands resting just on his chest. I knew he could feel my heart beat from across the street, my goosebumps from under my dress,.
And just to pull the final trigger, he leaned in and slowly placed his cherry lips on mine. And at that very moment i could feel everything and nothing all together. I could feel the ground spinning beneath my feet but i could also feel as if i was floating. I could feel his lips molding roughly against mine but i could also feel his feather like fingers slowly caress my cheeks. I could see stars with closed eyes, i could feel my body temperature rise beyond safe limits and i could feel myself wanting this feeling for the rest of time.
Struggling to catch my breath a pulled a bit back and Harry could see my flushed state. “Are you okay, love?” He inquired, smirking because he knew the kind of effect he had on me. “Mhm, just a bit overwhelmed is all.” i replied. But before we could resume our activities his phone began ringing and he picked it up frowning. Whispering a few “okay’” and “yes’” he hung up and looked at me with a apologetic gaze. “I’m really sorry love but i have to go.” he said placing a chaste kiss to my cheeks and left me again, at the very same place, feeling baffled as before.
I slowly ascended the steps to my apartment feeling confused and somewhat stupid. What was Harry Styles trying to do? I fumbled with the keys and opened the door. Placing the keys in the bowl on the shoe rack next to the door, i took off my pumps with a thump and dragged my feet to the lounge where Sahar was laying on the couch, a bag of popcorn in her hands and an old episode of the Office playing on the telly. Sahar looked at me and smiled but instead of reciprocating her excitement i just turned towards the kitchen.
Soon after i could a hear a few thumps and short curses and footsteps after me. “Hey, what happened? How was it?” Sahar questioned me as i began filling a glass of water.
“He did it again.” i mumbled, sipping my water. “Did what again?” “Kissed me like something out of the notebook in the middle of the street and left 2 seconds later.” i huffed. “woah woah come here love and tell me everything in detail. I nodded and spilled all the details to her.
“(y/n) I know this seems weird but maybe he had something important or an emergency from work might have come up yeah? Don't stress love, he’s a nice guy i can tell. He'll contact you soon to apologize i just know.”
I nodded to Sahar and told her I'd be heading off to bed now since i was too tired from the evening. I took my makeup off, changed into some comfy sweats and layed in my bed, the large duvet engulfing me. Scrolling through some instagram before bed, a message from Harry startled me. At first i didn’t want to see it feeling too tired for anything but i decided against it and opened his message.
“Really sorry for leaving you without a proper goodbye, something important came up.”
“Strike two of leaving me without saying goodbye.”
“Oh, I'm sorry love. I really didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright H, just give me a heads up next time yeah.”
“it was a great evening by the way, i enjoyed a lot.”
“Likewise love, i haven’t enjoyed on a date this much ever”
“So it was a date then huh?” i smiled to myself at his sudden confession.
“Course it was, i don’t usually kiss “friends” like that in the middle of the street you know”
“I just know you’ll never let this go”
“i enjoyed our “date” too.”
“Looking forward to another one then, i suppose?”
“Preferably where i get a proper goodbye.”
“You’re never going to let this go are you?”
“You know me too, Styles.”
“Let me sleep now, i have an early morning tomorrow.”
“Alright sunflower, sweet dreams. X.”
