fantasy ❥ h.s.

sweet creature

sweet creature - harry styles
three months later

I love you.

The everyday words seemed to have no meaning, but from him they meant everything. He loves me; he loves my messy hair, my crooked teeth, my brown eyes, my round nose; he loves me. I couldn't believe it when he said it, surrounded by our typical shelves of books. I couldn't believe him.

"What?" is all I can muster up, my insides bursting at the seems with pretty little butterflies. I felt more alive in this moment than I've ever felt.

He says it again, this time with more fervor and passion. My mouth parts slightly, the small phrase washing over me and drowning my senses in a feeling of contentment.

"I love you, too." I whisper, moving toward him while setting my book down, pressing my hands gently to his cheeks and pressing my lips against his.

His arms instinctively wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer to him, making me feel as if we were one body, one person, one love.

We're wrapped up in each other, both of us seeming to forget we were in a vastly public space. Once reality hits, we both laugh before pulling away, glancing around to see if anyone was staring. Despite our movie-esque love show, no one seemed to be paying any attention.

"Did that really just happen?" I ask softly, running my thumb over his smooth cheek.

"It did. I've been wanting to say it for a while now but seeing you so deep in that book made me realize just how much I love you." he whispers, kissing my forehead. "Plus, I think this book I'm reading is having some kind of affect on me." he jokes, holding up Love is a Mixtape.

"Glad I could finally get you invested in a love story." I laugh, looking at the cover. "I think I need to read that one."

"It's good." he tells me, handing it over to me. "Read the summary."

I grab the book, reading the summary in silence.

"My goodness." I say quietly, hardly loud enough to hear.

"I know." he responds, taking it back once I hand it to him.

"My dads having dinner at his house tonight." I say abruptly, looking up at him. "He invited you."

"Really? Didn't think he liked me very much."

"He does. He just likes you to think he doesn't." I explain, shrugging. "He's a bit odd."

"Interesting. I think I'd be interested." he smiles. "What time?"

"Six." I say, causing him to look at his watch.

"We should get going considering you take years to get ready." he teases, standing up from the seat he was in.

"I do not!" I shake my head, playfully pushing his chest.

"Whatever you say."

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We get back to my place, hanging our coats on the rack and locking the door behind us. Gracie, as always, meets us at the door with as much energy as a Tasmanian devil. I immediately let her outside, kicking my shoes off by the door and going to my room.

Dinner with my dad wasn't the fanciest occasion, but I still liked to look nice. After all, I rarely saw him anymore as he is always working. I hear a knock on the door, Harry standing in the doorway as I begin to strip of my comfort clothes.

"Nice bra." he comments, referencing my pink-lace bralette I'd just recently bought.

"Thanks. Got it just for you." I joke, looking through my closet for a nice dress.