They Don't Know About Us
I Hope They're All Like That
We laid in my bed, a lazy day after the third week Harry had come to church with me. This is what we usually did after church. Harry asked for Sundays off so he could go to church and stuff. My head laid on his chest.
"Are you hungry yet?" I asked, it was about six.
"A bit." I leaned up from his body, seeing his big, friendly grin. I lightly kissed his lips, putting as little pressure as I could on them. "That tickled." He giggled.
"Yeah?" I brought my leg around his hip so I was sitting on his lap. I touched his lips with mine, moving them rhythmically. The corners of his mouth turned more upward as we proceeded kissing. I kissed around his mouth, over to his jaw, under his ear, down to his neck. A throaty giggle coming from his mouth. His hands resting on my hips as mine moved up his back and into his soft curls. My breath became heavy as I gently sucked on the crook of his neck. After I had brought my lips back up to his, my lungs started burning from lack of oxygen. "We should stop." I said between kisses.
"Yeah." He put his lips between his teeth, not allowing my to kiss them. My brow furrowed with frustration as I had still really really wanted to taste his lips. I climbed off of him my chest heaving up and down. "Food?" He looked over at me.
"Sure." I got off the bed, taking his hand and pulling him up as well. We walked out of my room, through the hallway, and out the door.When we got outside I pulled the collar of my jacket up shielding my neck from the cold.
"Are you cold?" He watched as my shoulder went up near my ears as a gust of wind blew by. "Want a hat, I think I've got one in the car somewhere." He was already halfway in the car, searching for the hat. "Here it is!" He held put it to his nose first, smelling it, I guessed, before handing it to me.
"Does it smell?"
"Just like my cologne." I put it to my nose before putting it on my head. It smelled exactly like him.
"Thank you." He watched as I put it on, taking my hand again tugging me along next to him. His hand keeping mine warm, as the another burst of wind passed by.
The town was dead, no one was out. Just Harry and I, we were literally the only two people on the street. The only two people it seemed that existed. We went to a place that as dim. The air inside was warm. There was a lady standing next to a podium, menus around on the shelf behind her.
"Two?" She asked.
"Yup." I answered her.
"It will be just a moment." She said looking down at what I presumed to be a map of the table lay out. Harry had both my hands in his, he peered down at me, his eyes filled with happiness, his lips turned to the sky.
"Let's have a look at you arm." He let go of my left hand to pull up my sleeve and see my inked arm. He would do this every once in a while, just to see it. "It looks nice. You like it?" He asked for the hundredth time since I got it.
"Yeah, a lot." He pulled my body into a hug. We stayed like that until, the lady came back, grabbing a couple menus and asking us to follow her. We did, his arm pulling me close to the side of his body. She set the menus down on either side of the table, across from each other. There was only room for one person on each side and that disappointed me, I wanted to be as close as I could to Harry.
We sat, told the lady what we'd like to drink, after she'd left we picked up our menus to look at the food inside. I'd never been here before, it was new, but super fancy. Louis took Eleanor here a few times right before tour, she said it was good. It was a typical date location. I wasn't surprised that there were many people around enjoying their meals. It was a big contrast to the lack of people outside.
Every few meals I looked at, my eyes would wander up for a second and catch Harry looking past his menu at me, causing a small giggle to escape my mouth and a smile to creep up on my face.
The lady came back holding our glasses of water.
"Have you decided or, would you like more time?" She noticed Harry hadn't been looking at the food, but at me. He blushed as he realized she had noticed. "I'll give you some more time." She chuckled as she walked away to a different table.
A few seconds had passed, I had decided what I wanted. I closed my menu to set down. His menu wasn't even up this time, he looked kind of like a ten year old day dreaming in class.
"Have you figured out what you want?" I asked.
"You look really good in my hat." He stated.
"Thank you, but you can't eat me and your hat."
"Right." He was looking down at the different foods when he spoke again. "What have you decided on?" Just then the lady came back. I looked to her name tag to get her name. She looked to Harry as her hand was ready to write down his order. He pointed at me, to tell Amanda I should go first.
"I'll have the Kiev Chicken."
"Would you like chips or mash?"
"Mash please, steamed veggie on the side."
"And for you, sir?"
"Wait, can I guess what you'll get?" I asked him. He nodded a smile on his face. He knew what I was going to say. My excitement amused him. "He will have what I've just ordered." I told Amanda confidently. She looked to see if I was right
"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to say." He admitted, but not in defeat, he was too amused that knew what he was going to say. Amanda walked away, chuckling yet again to herself. "Genius you are." He told me.
"You always let me order first and then get what I get."
"I know." His smile turned cheeky.
"Next time you choose what we eat." I told him.
"What ever you say, Sweetheart." The cheeky smile turned into the friendly one I liked so much.
"Sweetheart? I like that." It sounded nice, his voice deep and inviting. "Now you've got to have a nickname." I thought, I didn't want it to be common, but I couldn't think of anything. "What do you think about, Cupcake?" His smile grew more.
"I like it."
"Wonderful!" We sat waiting for our food. "Apparently my twitter is bad." I don't really know why I brought it up.
"I know, mine isn't very pretty either." I heard someone gasp and then whisper 'Is that Harry Styles?' Before a chick about my age walked up to us.
"Can I get a picture?" She looked to me for a split second before focusing on Harry. Her phone was in her hand out and ready. He looked to me before answering, as if to apologize.
"Yeah, of course." He scouted out of the seat to stand up.
When I didn't stand up she looked to me confused.
"Are you Lexi?" She asked, her American accent strong.
"Uh, yeah." I answered, looking to Harry in confusion.
"Will you be in the picture too?"
"Yeah sure." As I stood up she asked if I was wearing Harry's hat. Harry explained to her I was a bit chilled walking here so he lent it to me. We asked a person at a different table to take the picture for us. Harry looped his arms around our waists, but he leaned in to me.
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner, but thank you so much, you totally just made my night." She looked to Harry. "Both of you." She gave us both a hug before walking away. As she walked to her table, I couldn't help but notice her height, and her thin waist. I tried not to notice those thing, especially in really nice people such as herself, but it was one of those things that you couldn't help.
"She was nice." He stated.
"Yeah, at first I didn't think she would acknowledge me." I told him.
"Of course she would." He reached his hand over the table to hold my hand that rest in front of me.
"I hope they're all like that." I told him.
"Are you hungry yet?" I asked, it was about six.
"A bit." I leaned up from his body, seeing his big, friendly grin. I lightly kissed his lips, putting as little pressure as I could on them. "That tickled." He giggled.
"Yeah?" I brought my leg around his hip so I was sitting on his lap. I touched his lips with mine, moving them rhythmically. The corners of his mouth turned more upward as we proceeded kissing. I kissed around his mouth, over to his jaw, under his ear, down to his neck. A throaty giggle coming from his mouth. His hands resting on my hips as mine moved up his back and into his soft curls. My breath became heavy as I gently sucked on the crook of his neck. After I had brought my lips back up to his, my lungs started burning from lack of oxygen. "We should stop." I said between kisses.
"Yeah." He put his lips between his teeth, not allowing my to kiss them. My brow furrowed with frustration as I had still really really wanted to taste his lips. I climbed off of him my chest heaving up and down. "Food?" He looked over at me.
"Sure." I got off the bed, taking his hand and pulling him up as well. We walked out of my room, through the hallway, and out the door.When we got outside I pulled the collar of my jacket up shielding my neck from the cold.
"Are you cold?" He watched as my shoulder went up near my ears as a gust of wind blew by. "Want a hat, I think I've got one in the car somewhere." He was already halfway in the car, searching for the hat. "Here it is!" He held put it to his nose first, smelling it, I guessed, before handing it to me.
"Does it smell?"
"Just like my cologne." I put it to my nose before putting it on my head. It smelled exactly like him.
"Thank you." He watched as I put it on, taking my hand again tugging me along next to him. His hand keeping mine warm, as the another burst of wind passed by.
The town was dead, no one was out. Just Harry and I, we were literally the only two people on the street. The only two people it seemed that existed. We went to a place that as dim. The air inside was warm. There was a lady standing next to a podium, menus around on the shelf behind her.
"Two?" She asked.
"Yup." I answered her.
"It will be just a moment." She said looking down at what I presumed to be a map of the table lay out. Harry had both my hands in his, he peered down at me, his eyes filled with happiness, his lips turned to the sky.
"Let's have a look at you arm." He let go of my left hand to pull up my sleeve and see my inked arm. He would do this every once in a while, just to see it. "It looks nice. You like it?" He asked for the hundredth time since I got it.
"Yeah, a lot." He pulled my body into a hug. We stayed like that until, the lady came back, grabbing a couple menus and asking us to follow her. We did, his arm pulling me close to the side of his body. She set the menus down on either side of the table, across from each other. There was only room for one person on each side and that disappointed me, I wanted to be as close as I could to Harry.
We sat, told the lady what we'd like to drink, after she'd left we picked up our menus to look at the food inside. I'd never been here before, it was new, but super fancy. Louis took Eleanor here a few times right before tour, she said it was good. It was a typical date location. I wasn't surprised that there were many people around enjoying their meals. It was a big contrast to the lack of people outside.
Every few meals I looked at, my eyes would wander up for a second and catch Harry looking past his menu at me, causing a small giggle to escape my mouth and a smile to creep up on my face.
The lady came back holding our glasses of water.
"Have you decided or, would you like more time?" She noticed Harry hadn't been looking at the food, but at me. He blushed as he realized she had noticed. "I'll give you some more time." She chuckled as she walked away to a different table.
A few seconds had passed, I had decided what I wanted. I closed my menu to set down. His menu wasn't even up this time, he looked kind of like a ten year old day dreaming in class.
"Have you figured out what you want?" I asked.
"You look really good in my hat." He stated.
"Thank you, but you can't eat me and your hat."
"Right." He was looking down at the different foods when he spoke again. "What have you decided on?" Just then the lady came back. I looked to her name tag to get her name. She looked to Harry as her hand was ready to write down his order. He pointed at me, to tell Amanda I should go first.
"I'll have the Kiev Chicken."
"Would you like chips or mash?"
"Mash please, steamed veggie on the side."
"And for you, sir?"
"Wait, can I guess what you'll get?" I asked him. He nodded a smile on his face. He knew what I was going to say. My excitement amused him. "He will have what I've just ordered." I told Amanda confidently. She looked to see if I was right
"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to say." He admitted, but not in defeat, he was too amused that knew what he was going to say. Amanda walked away, chuckling yet again to herself. "Genius you are." He told me.
"You always let me order first and then get what I get."
"I know." His smile turned cheeky.
"Next time you choose what we eat." I told him.
"What ever you say, Sweetheart." The cheeky smile turned into the friendly one I liked so much.
"Sweetheart? I like that." It sounded nice, his voice deep and inviting. "Now you've got to have a nickname." I thought, I didn't want it to be common, but I couldn't think of anything. "What do you think about, Cupcake?" His smile grew more.
"I like it."
"Wonderful!" We sat waiting for our food. "Apparently my twitter is bad." I don't really know why I brought it up.
"I know, mine isn't very pretty either." I heard someone gasp and then whisper 'Is that Harry Styles?' Before a chick about my age walked up to us.
"Can I get a picture?" She looked to me for a split second before focusing on Harry. Her phone was in her hand out and ready. He looked to me before answering, as if to apologize.
"Yeah, of course." He scouted out of the seat to stand up.
When I didn't stand up she looked to me confused.
"Are you Lexi?" She asked, her American accent strong.
"Uh, yeah." I answered, looking to Harry in confusion.
"Will you be in the picture too?"
"Yeah sure." As I stood up she asked if I was wearing Harry's hat. Harry explained to her I was a bit chilled walking here so he lent it to me. We asked a person at a different table to take the picture for us. Harry looped his arms around our waists, but he leaned in to me.
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner, but thank you so much, you totally just made my night." She looked to Harry. "Both of you." She gave us both a hug before walking away. As she walked to her table, I couldn't help but notice her height, and her thin waist. I tried not to notice those thing, especially in really nice people such as herself, but it was one of those things that you couldn't help.
"She was nice." He stated.
"Yeah, at first I didn't think she would acknowledge me." I told him.
"Of course she would." He reached his hand over the table to hold my hand that rest in front of me.
"I hope they're all like that." I told him.
4/26/13