"I want food." Harry whines, causing a tickle in my stomach which in turn makes me giggle. "Then let's go get some food!" "Well we should look nice. I want to go try that one new restaurant that just opened, and it's supposed to be a bit more high-end if you know what I mean." He winked and I laughed. "So I don't look good enough for you?" I teasingly asked. He blushed a deep scarlet and stuttered over his words. "N-No, you aren't good enough... I mean.... Your outfit... the restaurant is just– it's a bit expensive and in th-the middle of town..." I laughed lightly, amused at how flustered I made him. "Go change Harry, I want food." I ran a hand through his hair, patted his cheek a couple times and shoved him out of my room. Turning to my closet I began a mission for a perfect outfit. I wanted to look cute, but not like I tried too hard. It was just lunch with my long-time crush. I settled on a baby blue dress peppered with small roses and white dots, plus it had pockets. I put on lip gloss and mascara and slipped into sandals.

"What are you wearing darling?" Harry called to me. I walked into his room and he looked me up and down. "Y/N..." He whispered my name and it had me feeling a special way. "You look... absolutely gorgeous." I blushed so hard, my heart was pounding. "So I should go with a red to accent the roses on your dress... What about trousers?" He looked at me with the red shirt in his hand. "You don't need to match me Harry." I waved him off. "But we'll look so cute if we matched." I blushed even more, who was this guy?! He smiled. "I'll wear black trousers and white sneakers. Turn around." I laughed and stepped out of his room. After a quick moment he called me back in. "You look precious, let's take a picture." I smiled. I stood in front of his mirror and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders then laid his head on mine.

We drove to the restaurant in town. When we got there, he stepped out and got my door for me then led me into the restaurant. It was quite cute, we sat outside, chatting about random topics and the waiter even thought we were a couple. Harry looked especially well in the sunlight. His round sunglasses rested atop his auburn curls and his freckles were particularly prominent. I think I heard my heart outside of my chest.

"Want to walk around for a bit?" Harry stood up and offered me a hand, not minding that he was gripping it quite tight as we strolled down the street. "I'm so sorry." He jerked his hand away. I was a bit sad at his action, it was comforting to hold his hand. I kept "accidentally" brushing my hand on his as we walked. His hand swung back at the proper time and I clasped onto it. He looked down at our hands and his cheeks tinted a bit more red, as did mine.

We walked past a flower shop and I saw some beautiful white daisies sitting neatly in a bouquet. I gasped, "I want to make a flower crown with those." Harry smiled and walked to the counter. "We need that bouquet of white daisies please." The lady at the counter smiled at us and handed Harry his change as well as the flowers. "For the best lunch date and my greatest friend." He handed me the bouquet and I smiled sweetly at him. "Oh thank you Harry." I quickly kissed his cheek then blushed furiously after I realized what I had just done. I looked down and he took my hand. "Let's go make this crown." His smile eased my worry and we left the shop.

We found a park around the corner. Sitting at one of the picnic tables, Harry's knee brushed mine and my heart flipped. "Show me how." He picked up a daisy and handed one to me. "So you take one and turn it sideways, then you bend the vertical daisy's stem up, bring it over and in front of its own flower. You just keep doing that until it's as long as you want." I kept taking daisies and folding them over and looping them around. I made a little mental note of how Harry pressed his lips together as he worked, it was so cute to watch him.

He got to the end and so did I. He pushed the last stem through and held up his crown. "Not bad!" He placed it on top of my head then gently pulled a few pieces of my hair forward to frame my face, his fingers gently brushing my cheeks caused me to blush. I looked into his eyes as he smoothed out my hair and fluffed and twisted it around. I unknowingly leaned in and our faces were an inch apart. He had looked to the side and hadn't noticed that I was ready to kiss him. Once he turned back, his eyes looked into mine, then he softly pressed his lips to mine, cupping my face in his hands. My hands gently held his wrists and I kissed back. He pulled away slowly. "You look gorgeous and I really... really like you." Harry let out a breath and smiled. "I like you too Harry." I kissed him again, then I placed my flower crown on his head. His curls accented the bright white of the daisies really well. "You look so good... I've wanted to kiss you for a long time." I whispered, brushing some hair out of his face and brushing my fingers along his cheek. "Why didn't you?" He asked. I shrugged, moving some of his hair here and there, just so I could avoid his eyes. "I didn't want to screw things up, I'm just glad you let me hold your hand earlier." I chuckled and he gripped my waist. "Just kiss me." He said. I kissed him sweetly, cupping his face in my hands. After a moment, I broke away. "What will this do to us? What if we break up?" I bit the skin of my thumbnail and Harry gently held my hand in his. "Hey, we can get through this. I don't want any other girl but you." He softly kissed my hand. "What if that's not true?" I asked. "Kiss me. Whenever you're nervous or scared, just kiss me." Harry smiled and I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He held onto my waist and I kissed him for a long time, letting out my feelings. He pressed his lips to my forehead then rested his against mine. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too."

Any time after that day, I would sometimes get these pits of worry in my stomach... that maybe Harry wants another girl or he doesn't love me anymore. I would randomly kiss him and he'd kiss back as long as I did. When I would break away, he'd smile at me, full nose-scrunch and everything. "Nothing to worry about baby." He would then kiss my forehead and wrap his arm tighter around me.

A/N: if you didn't read my lil note go read it now pls :) love y'all! like, comment and vote! and wash ya hands

also, here is a pictorial i've seen on instagram on flower crowns/daisy chains :)