She just came back from summer vacation. She's a normal teenage girl. Two best friends, good grades. Then she sees him, walking the hallways of their school. His brown hair, gelled back, brown woolen vest, black tie, and a white shirt. His glasses placed low on his nose. She watched him push them back, closer to his emerald green eyes. What was it about him? He really outdid the geek stereotype. Or maybe that's just a judgement you would make, if you only knew how he looks and acts. Because what if it just is an act? What if he wasn't a geek the geek you thought he were?


10. The Brown-haired Boy Remembered.

He directed me to the tablecloth and sat us down. The thick grass acted as a pillow from the hard soil underneath us. I began to lower myself onto the blanket, and continue to look at Harry as I do. He is so incredibly handsome, it is surreal that its me that he chooses to be with. 

We get settled on the ground, and he places our bag from Subway between us. He hands me my sandwich and takes his own, opening the wrapping and taking a large bite. His jaw looks so good when he uses his muscles to chew. 

We make small talk while eating, talking about school, home, our future, our biggest dreams. I mention my desperate want to go go London or anywhere in England since I've never been.

"That's a very good idea. England is lovely, I believe you would love it."

"Yeah, maybe we could go sometime," I say, half joking, half serious. His eyes light up, but he still laughs along with me. 

We finish our meals. I lie down, staring up at the dark sky, lit up by the luminescent stars it is bedazzled with. Instead of lying down with me, Harry gets up, and starts walking to the car. I raise my head.

"Where are you going?" i shout after him.

"To get something," he shouts back as he turns his head slightly towards me, still walking. "Don't worry, I'll be back in 30 seconds, love." I blush at his charming use of words.

As promised, he returns after not only a minute, holding a woven basket. As I hear his footsteps approaching, I lift my head, staring at his beautiful body walking towards me. He sits down next to me and begins to pull different things out of the basket. It smells delicious, making me sit up straight to learn more about what he has brought us. I see a few plastic containers that i am not able to look through, and a few cups, along with a large transparent sealed carafe with a thin red liquid inside, which I immediately recognized. I cannot believe that he actually remembered my love for a Shirley Temple drink. I gasped in surprise as Harry opened all of the lids to the plastic containers, revealing about a dozen and a half chocolate covered strawberries, mini s'mores, mini macarons in all kinds of different pastel colors, and different types of chocolate bar pieces, including Toblerone, kit kats, and others. It was heaven.

"Wh-what-... Did y-... did you do this?" I breathed, amazed with the work and effort put into this. 

He blushed, nodding slightly, looking down at all of it. "Yeah, but it's probably a little much, now that i see it all..." he drifts off. I bring my hand up, and take ahold of his chin, making him look into my eyes. "Not at all, I love it!" 

There are not enough words in the world to describe what is happening in my heart right now. 'Exploding' doesn't even cover half of it. 

Harry reaches to take a strawberry, as I, fascinated by those mini s'mores, long to try one of those. 

I lie down on the blanket, staring up at the iridescent stars once again. 

We were just talking, making deep conversation. Harry was so sweet, so kind, caring, and he was incredibly hot. As we continued talking, I realized, at the back of my mind, something very important. No, I thought to myself. It's way too early in our relationship. But I knew, there was no denying it. I was falling for Harry Styles. 

"So then, after I get my masters degree, I am going to-" Harry was interrupted talking about his future dreams and plans, when I place my lips on his. After realizing my love for him, I just felt it was appropriate. I keep my lips on his for a few more seconds. It wasn't anything super crazy hot or anything, just a passionate peck on the mouth. As I pull away, I look deeply into his green eyes that always drive me wild. 

"I really like you, Harry. I care about you very deeply." I say this very slowly, so that he doesn't miss anything. He looks deeply into my eyes, imploring me to continue. "I think i might even be falling in love with you." I finish.

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