I watched, entrapped in the way the smaller raindrop raced the larger raindrop. It was a slow race, but eventually the larger raindrop ended up winning when it suddenly rolled down the window and disappeared. I was disappointed, way more than I should be. I was a seventeen year old boy wanting the smaller raindrop to win, talk about childish.

I frowned and shifted in my seat. My clothes were starting to dry from the heat, but they were still extremely wet. I was no longer shivering, which that was a plus, but I was dreading the moment Harry pulled into the store's parking lot, forcing me to get out of his car. He had offered not too long ago to take me to the store and me being the wimp I am agreed to it. There was no way in hell I was going to go home with no groceries, and I most definitely was not going to walk in the rain.

"So, you going to tell me what you were doing out in the rain alone?" Harry asked from beside me, his head turning for a fraction of a second to look at me.

I waited until he was looking at the slightly visible road again before I turned to look at him. He look calmer now than he did when he had picked me up. One of his hands were resting loosely on the steering wheel and the other one was tapping a rhythm into his thigh, one I didn't know and could barely hear above the rain pelting against his car.

I shrugged. "My mom wanted me to go to the store." I said, only telling him half of the truth. I wasn't about to tell him that my mom was having me sell drugs for her so we could make ends meet, or at least attempt to.

"And you didn't think to call me sooner." The question floated in the air for a second as I pondered what he was asking. Why did he want me to call him sooner than I had? Was he really that worried about me?

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a bright streak lighting up the sky, followed by a loud crash of thunder. I jumped in my seat and curled in on myself. I didn't mind the rain, but as soon as thunder and lightening were involved, I was a shaking mess.

Minutes passed by in silence before I finally sat up straight again. When I looked at Harry, I could see he was curious about what just happened, but I was grateful he didn't ask anything or comment on the fact that I was just a ball in his seat.

"I didn't want to bother you. I was fine on my own until it started to rain." I said, and this time I was speaking the whole truth. I was fine walking on my own. I have been alone for the past nine years and I was used to it, so walking alone didn't bother me too much.

The car started to slow down before it finally stopped. I looked out the window and squinted, being able to see the bright glowing lights from the store through the rain. I sighed deeply and bowed my head. Here goes another fun trip in the rain that would end with me getting soaked, considering how far Harry had parked away from the doors.

"Stay." I heard Harry tell me before his door was slammed shut. I looked over at where he was sitting, in hopes I could see where he was walking, but his body had already disappeared into the dark rain.

I sat nervously in my seat for a few seconds, my hands tugging at a loose string on my pants. I heard, and felt, as the trunk was being slammed shut. A few seconds later, my door was being opened and Harry was standing next to me, his curls were soaking wet and dripping onto his already wet shirt.

I looked up at him and smiled when I seen he was holding a blue denim jacket and an umbrella. "Don't you need a jacket too?" I asked him as I slipped out of the car, only getting a few drops of rain on me before I was standing under the large umbrella with Harry.

"Take the damn jacket." Harry growled and before I could protest, my right arm was being shoved into the warm jacket. I didn't realize how big it was until I pulled it completely on. The sleeves were way too long so I was forced to roll them up until they actually fit, and the jacket hung loosely around my body.

"You're stubborn." I state and take ahold of the umbrella, only to have Harry swat my hands away. He glared down at me, letting me know he was holding it, and slammed his car door shut before he locked it.

I rolled my eyes and waited for Harry to turn back around before we began to walk towards the doors. I didn't realize how close we were until Harry's arm brushed my back, his fingers straying just above the waist of my pants. I gulped loudly and buried my face in the material of the jacket and without my permission, I inhaled deeply and practically melted at the scent, which smelled heavily like Harry.

"What kind of cologne do you use?" I suddenly blurt out when we are a few feet away from the automatic sliding doors.

"I don't know. Some stupidly expensive kind my mum insists on buying me." I nodded my head slowly. Well, there goes my plan on buying some and spraying it around my room so I could always smell Harry.

Yeah, it's probably a good thing you fucking creep.

I sucked on my cheek and sighed when we finally walked through the doors. The tile floor was wet, but so were my shoes so I didn't care too much. I left Harry behind me, who was shaking the umbrella before he folded it back up, and grabbed a green shopping cart. I patted my pocket to make sure the money was still in there, and when I felt the obvious bulge in my pocket, I felt myself relax a bit.

I hummed under my breath and began to push the cart through the store. It wasn't crowded with people like it usually was. There was a few people roaming around the store but other than them, it was only me and Harry and the employees. I looked around at all the choices of food, and even though I wanted to get a carton of ice cream, I pushed myself to walk past it and ignore all the many options.

I grabbed random items like bread, lunch meat, crisps, eggs, pasta, meat, etc. By the time I finished, my cart was already over halfway full and I have spent close to two hundred dollars. Harry had spent the majority of our shopping trip walking behind me, and I could practically feel his eyes burning holes into my body, but I didn't say anything. I was comforted by the fact that I had Harry here with me, and I didn't want him to leave because I didn't want him staring at me.

When I couldn't think of anything else to get at the moment, I turned the cart around and began to walk towards the front of the store. Harry had looked up at me and smiled, which I returned. We passed by the ice cream section again and my stomach grumbled quietly. I closed my eyes for a second and debated if ice cream was really worth me getting yelled at or not.

"Just get the ice cream already." Harry said impatiently from behind me.

"I don't know if I should." I bit my lip and glanced behind me at him. He rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath before he stomped over to the ice cream section and grabbed a large container of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"How did you know that that was my favorite?" I asked him and bit down on my bottom lip, watching him as he set the green container in my cart.

He folded his arms over his chest and leaned back on his heels, his biceps bulging a little. "Jen told me on the day of your birthday party so I could buy your ice cream."

"What else did she tell you?" I asked and leaned on the shopping cart, using my forearms to hold me up.

He shrugged and looked around the store for a second before he looked down at me. "That you're," Leaning in closer, Harry unfolded his arms and gently grabbed ahold of my wrist. My heart was beating wildly in both anticipation and nervousness as he leaned in closer. "Smart." He ran his hand down the back on my hand and hooked his pinky with mine before he pulled back and stood up, looking and acting as if nothing had just happened.

I, on the other hand, could feel my stomach tying itself in knots, my lungs screaming and begging for me to breath, and my head swimming from lack of oxygen. When I felt like I was about to pass out, I finally inhaled deeply and grabbed ahold of the shopping cart, holding onto it with dear life.

Why did he always do this to me? I blinked the stars away from my eyes and began to push the cart when I got feeling back in my legs. I slowly walked over to the empty check out line and, like I was in a trance, I began to unload the cart and put everything on the stand. What Harry had told me wasn't what I was expecting, but his actions had made up for it. I know he was teasing me, and I hated it, but I liked the feeling I got when he was that close to me.

I pulled the wad of cash out of my pocket when the woman gave me the total and handed her a little less than half of the wad. She did whatever it is she does, then handed me back my change and wished me good luck. I nodded at her, my voice seemingly lost, and began to push the cart full of grocery bags that Harry had once again loaded.

When we reached the door, Harry opened the umbrella and instead of walking in front of me, he stepped behind me. "Put your feet up on the bottom of the cart and hold onto the handle." He instructed and instead of arguing with him, I did as he said. The cart tipped back a little from my weight, but the food ultimately outweighed me and the cart went back down.

I was curious as to why he wanted me like this, but I soon found out why when the handle of the umbrella was being propped up on my shoulder and Harry was pressing himself flat against my back. He placed his hands right next to mine on the handle and he situated himself behind me, making it so my butt was pressing against his crotch.

I blushed furiously and tried to move, but Harry growled loudly. "Stop moving." His tone of voice alone had me stopping. I leaned over the cart and tried to apply most of my weight on it, but all that did was press my butt further into his crotch.

"Wouldn't it be easier if I just walked beside you?" I asked, sounding breathless from the way the cart was crushing my stomach. Before responding, Harry began to push the cart out of the doors.

With each step he took, his crotch nudged against my ass and I could feel each and every bump go straight to my crotch. It began to grow hard, and I tried to hide my small bulge as best as I could and I seemed to because Harry didn't say anything about it. "If you want to, go ahead." Harry said, his voice sounding husky and startling me.

I forgot what my question was, forcing me to think back to what I asked. I shook my head instead of saying anything because I didn't trust my voice enough. I could practically see the smirk I knew he had. When Harry won, he always got this cocky grin on his face, or he smirked, and right now was one of those times that he was most definitely smirking.

The walk to the car seemed a lot longer than it really was. I tried to occupy my mind with something other than how good it felt to be this close to Harry. His back was pressing against mine and if I focused on one particular spot for long enough, I could feel his heartbeat thumping against my back, etching the rhythm into skin.

"Get in the car and i'll put everything away." Harry said, his voice making his chest rumble against my back. I shivered at the feeling and shifted my feet a little, trying to get a better position but there was really no use. The car was only a few feet in front of me, so me moving wasn't really necessary.

Harry moved from behind me when he reached the car, and I was disappointed at the lost of heat but I ignored the feeling and climbed down off the cart. I stretched a little and groaned when I rubbed my tummy. There was going to be a bruise there, no doubt, but it was honestly worth it to me. I got to spend the past three minutes pressed against Harry, so this bruise was a win in my book.

I grabbed the umbrella, which was still propped up on my shoulder, and held it up high enough that it reached Harry too. I turned around to face him and seen that he was already soaking wet, his hair sticking flat against his head. If he was that wet, that means that the umbrella hadn't been covering him since we left the store. It was only covering his chest because it was pressed against me, but his back was completely soaked, looking like he had been laying on his back in a puddle of water.

"I didn't need to whole damn umbrella." I said, clearly sounding annoyed. I knew it was a sweet gesture, but I wasn't the type that wanted a guy to possibly die of hypothermia just because I didn't want to get wet.

"Didn't say you did, I just figured you could use it." He shrugged, as if he was dismissing my obvious disapproval. I frowned and looked at him, then I let go of the umbrella and watched with a smirk on my lips as he lunged forward, trying to pick it up before it fell to the ground, but the wind blew it sideways.

"God dammit Louis!" He growled, his eyes following the umbrella that finally fell to the ground by the car.

The rain felt like a cold shower, and it soon began to seep through my clothes. I was completely wet in only a matter of seconds. Harry watched me for a second, his green eyes going darker than I have ever seen, before he unlocked his trunk and quickly shoved all the groceries in it.

As I waited for him, I tilted my head back and just relished the way the cool water felt hitting against my warm face. I began to hum a song under my breath and, my feet moving on their own accord, I began to dance a little in the rain. I wouldn't necessarily call it dancing, but it was close to it. My feet were moving along to the rhythm of the song I was humming, and my hips were swaying, but that was it.

I was so caught up in what I was doing, that I didn't notice Harry standing in front of me until he began to laugh. My eyes, which I guessed were closed, quickly snapped open and I looked up to see him staring down at me, his eyes dancing with humor and replacing the previous look of anger he had.

Damn, this boy is bipolar.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, his dimples popping out as his smile grew wider. I ducked my head and shrugged, the mood to dance suddenly gone.

"I was dancing." I whispered quietly, feeling like I was going to blush but I didn't.

I felt Harry grab ahold of my chin, his grip firm, before he tilted my head up to look at him. "What am I going to do with you?" It sounded like he was asking himself rather than asking me, but I felt something deep inside my stomach tug at the way he was looking at me.

"What does that mean?" I slipped my bottom lip between my teeth and blinked away the raindrops that collected on my eyelashes. They landed on my cheek and slide down until they reached my chin, then they disappeared.

"It means, what am I going to do with you? You're stubborn, quiet, shy and I can never read you." His voice grew softer, and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked like he was getting lost in thought, but his eyes were flickering back and forth between mine.

His breath was ghosting over my lips and I wanted to breath in the scent, but once again, I couldn't remember how to breath. "I used to be readable, until I grew up and realized I needed to protect myself." I rushed out, and the words came out jumbled, but by the way Harry was looking at me, I knew he had caught onto every word I had just said.

"Will I ever be able to know what happened to you? To make you this way?" He asked, and he wasn't judging me. He sounded worried, and curious, unlike most of the people who would ask me that same exact question.

I shrugged and chuckled weakly. "If you stay around long enough." I wanted to look away from him, to stare at something other than his emerald eyes that entrapped me in their endless depths.

"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered, and if I wasn't mistaken, his lips were growing closer to mine. I wanted this, I wanted him to kiss me. I had been waiting weeks for this to happen, but just as his lips were about to brush against mine, his cell phone began to ring.

I jumped backwards, my heart jumping up into my throat. Holy jesus. I was just about to kiss Harry fucking Styles. I heard Harry make a noise that sounded a lot like a snarl before he ripped his phone out of his pocket, seemingly not caring that it was getting wet, and swiped the screen before he lifted it up to his ear.

"I'm on my way home now. Stop calling me." He hissed into the phone before he pulled it down and pressed his finger against it roughly. Opening the door to my side, Harry threw his phone into the driver's seat and turned to face me.

"I'm so.." I cut him off before he could finish.

"Don't be, it's fine. Just take me home, please." I ignored the flash of hurt in his eyes and climbed into the passenger seat. The seat were still semi warm, but that quick envelope of warmness vanished and was replaced with the coldness from my clothes that was seeping into my bones.

I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket, as well as the money, and made sure neither one of them were wet before I set them in the middle console, along with Harry's that I grabbed off of his seat. It took Harry a few minutes to relocate the umbrella, but as soon as he did, he folded it down and climbed into the car. He threw the black umbrella into the back seat, the movement making both of us get sprinkled with water.

He cupped both his hands over his mouth and exhaled deeply before he rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them. After a few seconds of that, he turned the car on and began to drive. I sat like I had before, my back facing him and my forehead pressed against the window.

Minutes or even hours could have passed before Harry pulled up infront of my house. I didn't even ask how he knew where I lived because he was Harry Styles, who apparently knew everything about me. We both climbed out of the car and I grabbed all the groceries, refusing Harry's help. My back bowed from all the weight of the groceries, and the rain was starting to lighten up, but it was still enough that I managed to get even wetter.

I thanked Harry quietly before I made my way up to the house. I struggled for a second before I finally got the door opened. But as soon as I did, I set all the groceries on the floor by the door. I sighed deeply and rubbed over my sore arms. Thankfully, there were no marks because of the jacket I had on, so they didn't hurt too bad.

Shit, Harry's jacket.

Quicker than I have ever moved before, I stepped over the groceries and flung the door open. I closed the door behind me and was jogging down the stairs when I realized the person standing on the porch, hidden underneath the faint light that was barely glowing. I spun around and yelped in surprise when I ran smack into Harry's chest. He had literally just been standing a few feet away when I noticed him, so how the hell did he get to where he was standing right now without making a noise.

I shook my head and took the jacket off before I handed it to him. He slung it over his arm, without saying a word, and handed me my phone and the money I had left in the console. "Oh shit, thanks." I said, and to say I was awkward would be an understatement.

I was getting ready to kiss this person not too long ago, and I bet he was thankful that he had gotten a phone call so that he wasn't forced to kiss me. "Listen, Louis." He began, but I shook my head and held a finger up to my lips.

"You don't have to apologize. I understand. It was just a spur of the moment thing, I know that nobody would willingly kiss me." My voice was quiet to start off with, but closer to the end, it was just above a whisper.

Harry sighed in frustration and took one large step towards me, his chest bumping against me and making me stumble back. I didn't stumble for too long before my back was being pressed flat against the wall. "When are you going to understand that I am more than willing to do things with you." He growled, and I gulped loudly, then I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes.

And just like that, everything began to melt away. I could no longer hear the heavy rain, I could no longer feel my heart thumping away in my chest or the way my clothes clung to my freezing body, and I could no longer see anything other than Harry. He was all I could hear, smell, see, and feel.

He was panting loudly, each breath ringing in my ears. He smelt of rain, mint, cologne and another scent I couldn't quite put my finger on. His green eyes, which were the only things I could see, were screaming sincerity. And finally, all I could feel was his chest against mine and his breath that was ghosting over my face.

His scent seemed to intensify by the second, and it soon became the only thing I could focus on. Neither of us spoke, not even when Harry lifted his large hand up to my cheek or when he leaned down so our lips were almost brushing. "I am going to kiss you." He whispered.

My heart had a mini spaz, then it lurched up into my throat and stayed there. My palms began to sweat and to keep them from shaking, I gripped Harry's wet shirt tightly and stood up on my tippy toes. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and tipped my head back a little, causing my adam's apple to protrude against my pale skin.

And, true to his words, I felt a soft, yet rough pair of plump lips press against mine.