*Gaby's POV*

I looked myself over while I waited for Harry to pick me up. Taylor had helped me put together an outfit that she claimed was perfect, even though neither of us knew where I was going. I looked cute though, I had to admit. I was wearing a floral sun dress that went down just past my mid thighs, a matching brown belt, and a pair of Toms. Taylor even helped me curl my hair into long ringlets and topped it off with a bow.

I slid gloss across my lips, and pursed them together once, puckering and making a small "mwah" sound. As I grabbed my favorite purse- a Deena & Ozzy Crossbody Zipper Bag, I heard a knock on the door. My face automatically lit up in a smile.

I skipped down the steps, wanting nothing more than to just see his beautiful green eyes, and adorable dimples that shined through with his perfect smile. And that's just what I saw as I opened the door. I stood on my tippy toes to reach and wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. He returned the action.

"You look cute, babe. Ready to go?"

"Yeah! Where are we going?" I asked as I stepped passed the door frame, pulling it closed behind me.

"To the fair."

"Awh. That's perfect."

"It should be a good time." He smirked. "How was your day?"

I continued to tell him how I'd occupied my time thus far as he drove. Thinking back on it, it's really interesting the way Harry and I were together. Everything just felt so right. There was no pressure of saying something wrong or right, it was just honest talking. He asked me simple, carefree questions, and I have him a truthful, carefree answer. It was just too easy to be with him. The fact that he was famous seemed completely irrelevant now.

Within a half an hour we were at Fairplex. I hadn't been there since I was ten, and though it was quite different, the similarities brought back the happiest memories of my naive childhood innocence. Who would have thought five and a half years later I'd be here with Harry Styles?

As we walked past the ticket counter, he grabbed my hand. Not that I thought Harry was considered my boyfriend, but I really hadn't had a ton of boyfriends before. In total, I'd had four.

The first one, Mason Conlin, didn't really count. We were in the third grade and all we did was hold hands and giggle because it felt so new and exciting.

The second one was in the seventh grade. His name was Eli McCallister, and we dated for four months. I really liked him, but he was never more than a crush. Honestly, after the first two months, I could already feel the relationship dying out. He just wasn't important to me anymore.

Third was Aaron Raider, a summer fling before I started high school. But really, that's all he was. Just a summer fling.

And fourth was Logan Miraclay. Taylor set us up once I joined cheerleading with her. She said it was perfect because he was on the baseball team. I didn't really understand that because we cheered for the football players, but I'd learned to just let Taylor think what she wanted. After two months and three weeks, he moved to North Carolina and according to Facebook, quickly found another girlfriend.

I bring all this up because when Harry's hand reached mine, I felt like my lungs suddenly opened up for the first time. With the simplest touch, he made me feel loved. I mentally scolded myself though because I was getting carried away. I was going to end up disappointed if led myself to believe he saw me as anything special. Love was such a strong word and we hadn't even known each other for three full days. I just couldn't help but feel like my hand felt so perfectly in his...

The next two hours may well have been the best of my life. We rode bumper cars (I got to drive this time), we played in the fun house, I forced him on a rollercoaster and he said he didn't hate it (I could tell he didn't particularly like it though), went on a couple other rides, and he even won me a huge stuffed teddy bear. I promised him that I'd keep it forever.

"What are you going to name it?" He asked while we walked, both of us now licking our own ice cream cones. His was Oreo and mine was strawberry.

"I don't know. What do you think? Help me choose."

"Hmm. Is it a girl or a boy?"

"I think it's a boy." I decided after studying the bear for a minute.

"Name him Colico!"

"Colico...?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking from 'Colico' to Harry. "Is that even a real name?"

"It is now!" He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back at that adorable face.

I took my cone and pressed it to his cheek, leaving a mark of pink ice cream. "Fine, Colico it is." I giggled, taking another lick to fix the now distorted shape.

"Hey! That's not fair! It was a sneak attack!" He argued. "I wasn't ready!"

"Are you ready now?"

He watched me skeptically for a few seconds. "Yes..." He flinched when I moved my hand the slightest bit, causing me to erupt in a fit of giggles. Then press the cone to his soft cheek again when I was able to catch my breath.

He took his hand and wiped the ice cream from his cheek, then licked it off. "Mmm. Fruity."

I rolled my eyes playfully, letting another quiet laugh escape. Then I felt the sudden cold of his ice cream on my nose, causing me to drop my jaw in a gasp.

"Not so fun on the other end, is it?" He tried.

"It's not so bad.." I pouted, turned to to nearest food stand for a napkin.

"Want some help with that?" He smiled his cheeky little smile. I nodded and he leaned forward, pressed his lips to my nose, and kissing off the bit of Oreo ice cream that was there. Butterflies filled in the pit of my stomach, and the sensation only increased when he only pulled back an inch.

With his face that closed, his eyes were locked on mine. Well, they were, until they darted down to my lips. Slowly but surely, he leaned in closer again. My mind was racing so fast that it seemed like forever before his lips finally touched mine. Then suddenly, all the thoughts stopped. Everything stopped. It was just me and him, and nothing else.

I knew we'd kissed once before, but in all honesty, I wasn't sober enough to remember. So this is all I knew as our first kiss. It was sweet, slow, and chaste. No tongue, no crazy amount of passion, and no groping. Just a perfect, slow, four second kiss, our mouths parted slightly and moving in synchronization.

"Gaby..?" He breathed my name after he pulled away.

"Yes?" My cheeks were still red.

"Colico says he wants you to be my girlfriend. I think he might be onto something there."

"I don't know..." I smirked sweetly, "Is Colico a trustworthy bear? How do I know I should trust his judgement?"

"He seems like he knows what he's talking about. If you agree to be my girlfriend, I'll spend as much time as it takes to prove to you that it's the right decision."

"I suppose I can't argue with that. I'd love to be your girlfriend, Harry."

And with that, all was right in the world. For now, anyway...