I was shocked awake by the sound of the doorbell. "Who the fuck?" My alarm clocked shined brightly with the time 1:30pm. I opened the door to find Harry, and it occurred to me that yesterday wasn't a dream.
"You look simply ravishing!" He exclaimed, and I realized I made no attempt at checking myself in the mirror before I answered the door. After all, I didn't think that yesterday was real.
"Aww, son of a. Do you mind just, like, chilling for a couple of minutes?" I asked, putting my hands together in front of face in a begging motion.
"Nah, that's fine." The British accent sent shivers down my spine and I ran off to my room.
Quickly, I got a shower and threw my hair into a messy bun. I also threw on a flowing, short yellow skirt with a floral patterned t-shirt. There was no need for shoes inside so I just put some socks on. "I'm coming!" I yelled to Harry in the living room and slid in my socks down the hallway to get to him. Harry smiled cheekily and I giggled.
"You look cute," he said, softening his smile to make it more sincere. As I got closer to him, he pulled me by the hand down onto the couch next to him.
"Thanks, Harry." I replied while blushing. "So what do you want to do today?"
"I'm not sure. I was thinking maybe we could chill here for a little while, then maybe go out? It's up to you." I realized he still hadn't let go of my hand and blushed, tightening my grip on it. Harry looked up to me and I started laughing. "What?"
"Harold." I giggled and he sighed.
"I know. I know." He looked away and took his hand back.
"Aww. I'm sorry." I leaned over to try and grab his hand but he yanked it away at the last second and I fell over him.
"Oh my, Leslie. I didn't know you were like this!" He exclaimed. When I looked up at him after sitting up, he was smirking seductively right into my eyes.
"Don't give me that look!" I yelled, but it was beginning to be too late. Harry leaned over and planted a kiss right on my lips. I pulled away, "Don't do that."
"Kiss you?" He frowned and I snickered at him.
"No that's okay. I meant-" I was interrupted by another kiss. This one was longer, and once again he snaked his tongue into my mouth, but this time I didn't pull away. Happily, I leaned back, bringing him with me as our tongues battled for dominance. Harry pulled away and rolled to the floor, I tried to laugh at him, but he brought me with him and rolled over on top of me.
Our lips touched again, and he kissed me with so much passion it was unbearable. I hooked my fingers into his hair as he grinded our pelvises together. What am I doing? I just met him yesterday! I started to think, but my thought completely changed course when his hand slowly slid up my skirt. Oh, fuck it. Who cares? Harry moved his lips to my neck, planting gentle kisses down to my collarbone as he rubbed my thigh. Tiny moans escaped my mouth and he pulled my shirt up over my head, then his shirt came off, and then finally as he started to kiss me again I unbuttoned his pants and slid them off.
XX
"Well. That was interesting," Harry said, panting as he rolled over beside me onto the floor, but I was still whipped, so I just nodded in agreement as I tried to steady my breathing. "You probably should get dressed. After all, I'm leaving tomorrow and I want to get as much stuff crammed into today as possible." He smiled gently and I kissed him on the cheek.
Grabbing my stuff, I ran to my room to find a different outfit. I could never look at that skirt the same way again. It was supposed to be cold today, so I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie that said "OBX" on it that I got when I was fifteen. "Hey, Harry?" I called to him.
"What?" He replied, walking into my room naked.
"Holy- Put some clothes on, would ya!"
Running his fingers through his curls and smirking, he replied, "Oh, don't act like you don't like it." As he pulled some clothes on, I threw my hair back into a messy bun. "You look cute. The lazy look is good on you." He said with a wink.
I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment, but I knew there wasn't a bad intention behind it, so I just shrugged it off. "What are we going to do now, hun?"
His cheeks flushed red at the use of "hun" and he looked away, "I'm not sureā¦" Then he looked back and smirked, once again giving me that irresistible seductive look. "We could always go for a round two."
Laughing, I took him by the hand and pulled him out the door and onto the streets. We went to the subway station and took a train out to 6th Street, we walked from there to Times Square. Once again, I was baffled by the lights and billboards. "Harry, is there anything like this in England?" I asked him and he nodded "no."
We passed by street performers and venders. Finally, we stopped in front of Toys R Us and my face lit up. Harry dragged my through crowds of people and into the store. Smells of candy and soda filled my nose and I chased the smell to the second floor. On the way up the stairs, I passed laughing children on the indoor Ferris wheel, but it was okay. I had found what I was looking for. The second floor consisted of a store that was everything Candy Land.
I spent forever looking through all the candies, and Harry ended up buying my a giant Hershey bar that weighed a whole pound. "Harry!" I yelled while laughing. "How am I supposed to eat all of this?" He took me by the hand, guiding me to the third floor.
"Share it with Liam! He would love you for that," his laugh was so cute. It was infectious too.
"Are we going to see them tonight!" I yelled, my face lighting up with excitement.
"I thought we could all go out to dinner at Hard Rock Cafe." My smile grew even bigger on my face, if that was possible. I ran and gave him a huge hug, probably sqeezing the life out of him.
"You are amazing!" Lips pressed against mine as I let go of him, and he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as he guided me through the life size Barbie mansion. I gasped at all the toys, and finally, as we left Toys R Us, I found myself starting to tear up.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, pulling me into a loving embrace.
"I don't want you to leave, Harry. I'm going to miss you so much. I've only known you for two days, but it feels like so much longer. Yeah, I know it's corny, but it's true." I turned away from him, scratching the back of my head, and I started to walk down the street.
"Hey! It's that pretty girl, guys! The one who was with Harry yesterday!" A familiar Irish accent flowed through my ears, and a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind.
"Oh, you're Niall, right?" I asked, turned to face the adorable blonde.
"You don't remember our names?" He asked, sounding disappointed.
I pointed to Liam, "The only reason I remember Liam Is because he told me his name." All four of the boys let out a small "oh" then gathered around me.
"Well, if you're going to be Harry's new girlfriend-" I cut a boy with brown hair, gorgeous sea blue eyes, and red suspenders off.
"Woah, woah," I turned to Harry who couldn't look me in the eye. "You told them I was your girlfriend?"
Harry blushed and grinned with uncertainty as to my feelings, "Kinda? Sort of? Maybe?" I just tackled him into a hug, probably confusing the mess out of him.
"I was saying, we need to meet you if you're going to be Harry's girlfriend." The boy finished. "I'm Louis, but you can call me Lou, darling."
"You already know me." Liam smiled and gave me a weak wave.
"I'm Zayn, dollface." The darker-skinned, super attractive one said with a wink.
"I'm Niall!" The Irish boy exclaimed loudly. "Since we met, can we get food now?"
"Call down, Niall," Liam started, putting his hand on Niall's shoulder. "Let her say her name!"
I laughed lightly, "Hello, everybody. I'm Leslie." I smiled cheekily and Harry grabbed me around the waist, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Just a warning guys: She's mine." He kissed my neck and winked, causing me to blush. I must have turned every possible shade of red and pink the past two days.
"Okay, Niall. Now we can get food." Liam shoved his hands in his pockets, Niall skipped away cheerfully, Zayn smirked at me, Lou started texting, and Harry grabbed my hand as we walked into the warm, yet loud, building.
This weekend only seemed to get better.
