So far this date with actually going better than I thought it would be, and I hated to admit it but I was actually starting to kind of like Harry a bit more. Okay a lot more. We just left the restaurant and Harry had insisted that he pay for the whole meal.
During our time there though, it started off a bit slow and quiet between us, been then Harry started talking about god knows what, I couldn’t remember, but it soon turned into a full blown conversation and we really didn’t stop talking the whole time, except for when we were eating of course. We weren’t talking about anything specific, just whatever came to mind, and those are always the best conversations, carefree and not getting to deep into anything.
We continued talking as we had walked out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. Harry said he was positive he knew where the movie theater was from here so I went ahead and didn’t argue with his ego and let him led the way. It was only a matter of minutes though before we got lost and Harry put the address into his phone and let it tell us how to get there, something he should’ve been doing all night but of course hadn’t.
“You’re terrible with directions,” I told them as we walked hand in hand.
“I thought I knew where I was going and then I’d impress you with my sick direction skills,” he said.
“Well you failed, and either way it’s not that impressive,” I laughed and he rolled his eyes at me.
I still found it unbelievable that Harry could be a complete ass one week but then so much fun to be around tonight.
“So what movie are we going to see?” I asked him as we began to approach the theater.
“I don’t know, you can pick whatever you want,” he told me as we walked up to the ticket booth.
I hadn’t been keeping up with the movies that I had been coming out recently so I went ahead and picked that was playing closest to what time it was right now. Harry went ahead and paid for the tickets and then headed to the ticket usher.
“Liam said that you were probably going to pick this movie,” Harry said as we went to find our theater number.
“I only picked it because it was the movie playing next,” I told him.
“I know, I planned it to make sure we’d be here on time for it,” Harry told me as we walked into the theater that would be playing our movie.
I wasn’t sure what to say in response to his gesture, so I just smiled as we picked a row of seat to sit in and made our way to the middle.
Once the movie had started, both Harry and I’s attention was on the screen, but about halfway through the movie, I could tell Harry was becoming uninterested in it. He was becoming restless in his seat and every now and then he would whisper remarks to me about the characters on the screen, and it was quite annoying. I stayed focused on the movie though until it was over.
“I’m never seeing a movie with you again,” I joked as Harry and I walked out of the theater and into the main area of the building.
“I didn’t really like the movie,” Harry informed me.
“You made that obvious,” I said.
“Well for the record I’m never seeing a movie with you again either,” he told me.
“Why? Because I was paying attention to the movie and not to you?”
“Something like that,” he smirked.
“You want to play in the arcade?” Harry asked like a kid as we passed by the colorful games.
“Sure, I’ll beat your ass in air hockey,” I told him.
Just as we were about to walk up to the table though, two kids ran in front of us and took the table.
“Hey kids, we were here first,” Harry told them.
“Oh yeah? Then why are we at the table and you’re not?” one of the little boys said to him and then began to start the game of air hockey with his friend.
“Little brats,” Harry mumbled and I shoved his arm.
“We’ll just wait,” I told him, and he groaned as we walked over and stood by one of the walls as we waited. Harry and I stand next to each other, both of us leaning against the wall.
Harry then turned so he was facing me and it was just his shoulder against the wall. I was still facing forward but Harry began to move a bit closer to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne, but not so close that his chest is touching my arm.
I still continued not to move, but he pulled himself up from leaning his shoulder against the hall, and then he grabbed my shoulder with his hand and pulled up off the wall and closer to him.
He lifted my chin up so that I was looking at him now. Neither one of us moved or spoke, we just kind of stand there looking at each other. It occurred to me that he might be about to kiss me, and I felt myself inch the tiniest bit closer. I felt Harry’s hand brush against mine before he fit it into mine as he gently tugged me closer before taking hold of my other hand as well.
It almost felt as if we were completely alone, and our lips were just brushing against each other when suddenly the kid who was playing air hockey came up and pulled on Harry’s sleeve.
“You can have the table now,” the kid told us as Harry had turned to look at him with an annoyed look.
“Thanks kid, thanks a lot,” he murmured sarcastically as the little boy walked off with his friend.
And just like that the moment was over. I didn’t seem to mind as much as Harry did though. He eventually let it go though, and we began our game of air hockey. I beat Harry in the first game, and he insisted on playing another time.
He claimed it was because he just had so much fun playing that he wanted to continue, but I knew it was because he didn’t want to lose. After I had beat him at about three games, I knew he wasn’t going to give up until he won one so I went ahead and let him win the forth game. He was really terrible at the game actually, but it was pretty funny.
Once he was content with winning a game, he was finally ready to leave the theater.
“Is there a certain time that we have to be back by?” Harry asked me, and it kind of shocked me that he did, I figured that he wouldn’t care and he would want to stay out as long as he felt like staying out.
“I’m surprised you bothered asking,” I told him.
“Well if I got you back to campus late I’d never hear the end of it from you,” he said to me.
“We have to be back by ten,” I answered.
“Okay, it’s nine so I guess we should go ahead and go,” he said and I nodded.
Harry and I had eventually found the bus stop where we sat and waited until it came.
Once it arrived, we both got on and there were only about three or four other people on the bus so it was easy to find two seats quickly. As much I was wanted to talk to him on the bus, we both kind of remain silence do to the silence of everyone else on the bus. From time to time though Harry and I would both start silently laughing from the awkward silence, and we received some looks from the other people on the bus, but I didn’t care.
By the time we got back to campus there was probably around fifteen or twenty minutes until ten so there weren’t that many people walking around campus anymore. Harry walked with me to my dorm building, and then stopped with me in front of it before I went inside.
“I um, had fun tonight,” he said, seeming unsure if that was what he was supposed to say.
“Me too, you’re not as big of an ass as I thought,” I joked, but I still had some seriousness to it as I tilted my chin up to see him better.
“I tried not to be,” he smiled, and I smiled back.
“Well you’re not so bad when you try not to an ass,” I told him.
When he smiled at me, I tilted my chin back down to look away from him before he could see the heat to my cheeks. I felt his fingers being placed under my chin before I could do so, and his face leans down into mine. I stop breathing, and his lips brush mine barely. It seemed like he caught himself and he pulled back a little.
“This is okay with you, right?” he murmured and the feeling of his breath fanning over my lips assures me that it is.
I let out a slight laugh at his sudden need to ask me if this was okay. I nodded in response though, and his nose bumps mine as me moved into my lips again, and when they settled upon mine, and my whole body heats. His lips are gentle with mine, slow eve, and he takes my top lip between his own before copying the action with the bottom. His hands were on my waist, I felt his fingers squeezing there and my heartbeat quickens in my chest.
The space around us was silent, I could only hear the sound of our lips attaching and reattaching and the sound of Harry’s breaths. It’s not until his tongue pushes into my mouth that I opened my eyes, pulling away from him in shock.
“What was that?” I asked him.
“My tongue,” he stated, almost as a question,
“What’s the problem?” he asked with a small chuckle.
I didn’t feel like he’s being imperious towards me, I felt like he was just curious of what happened.
“Well it caught me off guard, and I’m not used to someone putting their tongue in my mouth,” I told him, receiving an amused smile from him.
“Sorry,” he said and I couldn’t tell if he really meant it or not.
“I should probably head inside now,” I told him.
“Um, yeah,” he said and after a moment of silence was exchanged between us, we both walked away from the other.