Pizza and Champagne (Harry Styles)-- One Shot

He picks you up in his old beat up pick up truck, he first learned to drive in and you'd kind of laugh, because you imagined this date being super classy. He's always known to take you to nice places and you hated it, because you felt like you never truly fit in with your skinny jeans and converse shoes. The meals were always just too damn expensive for my taste. But last time you blew up at him and finally told him to stop taking you to these places.

So you were kind of nervous when he asked to go out again tonight. But seeing that old beat up red pickup truck with the bumper practically falling off helped ease the nerves. He seemed to have gotten the message and left his Range Rover at home.

So your driving down the freeway and after fifteen minutes you just can't take it anymore and ask for him to tell you where we're going. He pulls over into this parking lot and your confused when you notice the little hole-in-the-wall grab and go pizza place, but you don't question it. This is what you wanted, remember.

He tells you to wait in the car as he goes inside. It's been so long since you've shared a pizza with him. You only hope he can remember you don't like pepperoni and to get the Hawaiian pizza.

He returns twelve minutes later with a pizza in hand and a brown paper bag. You can tell it's from the liquor store next door, but you don't ask any questions. He hands you an old picnic blanket. One of those tacky ones with the red checkered pattern. He tells you to put it on your lap so he can sit the pizza down. He doesn't want it to burn your legs-- which you never really understood it's a cardboard box with a hot pizza in it, not the hot pan it came out of. You roll your eyes and he picks up on it, but you really don't want to fight-- not tonight he's doing exactly what you wanted a low key and cheap date. So you comply and place the picnic blanket across your legs.

He gets back in and starts driving through LA, but not to see the Hollywood sign he knows that's just too cliche and there'd be too many people to truly enjoy the moment. You roll down the window while he's driving along-- you see the waves crashing along the coast and it just seems too real. You can't remember the last time you went to the beach, it must of been with him though. You love the beach and the feeling of sand between your toes. Just the sight of a palm tree makes you happy. You chuckle a little and he seems to notice. He asks what your thinking about and your a little bit hesitant, you don't want to sound too crazy-- but you love him so you tell him anyway.

I was just thinking about how much I love the beach and the sun and most importantly Palm trees. Then you tell him how you always wanted to live somewhere warm with a beach close by and a palm tree in your front yard; and how if you couldn't have that and we're stuck in some god forsaken place like Minnesota or Canada, you'd have a palm tree in your living room no matter how tacky. They make you happy. He chuckles a little then looks at you. Your afraid he's going to laugh and call you crazy, but he doesn't. He just grabs your hand and smiles-- rubbing his finger over your hand. It soothes you just enough that you barely notice the pickup truck has stopped moving.

You smile at him, waiting to know what's next. He gets out and opens your door grabbing the pizza and brown bag of presumed liquor as well. You're left to grab the picnic blanket, but you don't mind. This is exactly what you wanted, a nice low key just you and him date. No luxurious restaurant full of snooty people giving you looks for not dressing properly or fifty dollar steaks that you know you could buy for the same quality at Texas Roadhouse. No just you and him in jeans and a t-shirt. You stand there smiling just thinking about what the rest of the night will entail.

You notice he's stopped right on the edge of a cliff and he's standing there signaling with his eyes, for you to lay the blanket down. You do as he request.

You proceed to take a seat and he sits down sitting the pizza between you. He lays on his his side propped up on his elbow and is just looking at you.

You look that smile he's giving you-- spreading all the way up to his eyes.
He opens the pizza box and looks at you. You notice it's Hawaiian. He remembered and you can't help but tear up a little. It's just so perfect. He listened he finally listened. You look at him hesitantly and point your head towards the pizza. You don't say anything in fear that your voice may give away your emotions. The last thing you want is to embarrass yourself.
You both grab a slice at the same time and touch the tips together. "Cheers" you say oh so cheekily completely forgetting about the brown bag. He laughs a little at you, before grabbing the bag and pulling out the bottle, you recognize it automatically its the champagne you shared that first night you met him.

It was was New Years Eve and you had been invited this house to celebrate. You didn't really want to go, but you couldn't tell your friends parents no-- not after everything they've done for you this year. So you show up, it's fancier then you expected and there's waiters at the door handing out glasses of champagne right when you walk in. It was a total accident when you met him. You were probably tripping up the stairs, being the klutz that you are and he just happened to be there. No he didn't catch you or anything, this isn't some Hollywood movie or fairytale you read about as a kid. Instead you fell and he totally laughed at you. You proceeded to think poorly of him most of the night. But later something changed, I don't know if it was the alcohol or just getting to know him and how he interacted with people, but you liked him. Eventually the night was getting late and everyone was getting ready to count down, but you came alone and didn't feel like awkwardly standing there so you head outside. It was getting hot in there anyway.

It's not long that your out there, in which you notice someone walk outside. You hear him mumbling to himself and automatically assume he's drunk, but then he speaks up and you recognize that voice as the jerk who laughed at you earlier. He asks you to come sit down and join him. Your a bit hesitant, but then you see the bottle of champagne he seems to have snuck out.

You don't know much about champagne except that you had some earlier. He shows it to you almost as a signal or whether or not to open it. You grabbed the bottle and try to open it yourself, but fail miserably. How could opening up a bottle of alcohol be so fucking hard. He senses your frustration and chuckles before grabbing it from you and opening it.

He takes a swig from it before passing it to you. Your absolutely in love with the taste of it and try to sneak another swig in. He notices and laughs a bit, before proceeding to tell you all about the champagne your drinking. He calls it Dom and then proceeds to mock The Fault In Our Stars, you laugh a little, but then choke some of the third sip you've snuck in.
There's no avoiding it everyone's read or see the movie. So you just let him play along with the joke, completely mocking probably one of the best love stories you know. If only you knew, that you'd soon be creating one much better-- your own.

You didn't know it that night but it was his parents house you had gone to.

He notices you've zoned out and proceeds to open the bottle of Dom Pérignon and hand you a cheap plastic glass, but you won't have it. Still reminiscing on the night you first met, you grab the bottle and take a swig. He laughs at you before proceeding to do the same.
This night could not be any better. The sun has started to set and he leans in and gives you a slow and romantic kiss on the lips. This is what you wanted, a nice love key date with the one you love. No high class meal or snooty waiters and restaurant observers, just you and him. You lean over and kiss him one more time before, whispering I love you into his ear.

Notes

Well I hope you guys liked it. Like it says in the description I've never written fanfiction before so this was just like my first dabble in it. I kind of enjoyed it. Anyway please comment below if you liked it. I'd really appreciate it and hope that maybe you'll grow to like my idea of a perfect date as well.
-Jessica