I slowly followed behind Harry till he stopped in the middle of the park.

"What are you doing?!" I whispered to him.

Harry laid down on his back. "Come."

"Where?" I asked nervously.

"On top of me," he replied.

"W-what?"

"Obviously next to me you muppet ," he patted the space next to him. He definitely was weird lying down in the middle of the theme park.

I hesistantly laid down next to him leaving a few inches between us. I don't know why was i feeling so nervous.

"Look up," he said softly. For the first i had heard his voice sound so gentle.
I did as he said and looked up to see the stars shining so brightly.

"Don't you think this is like hell cliché?" I scoffed. "Bringing a girl to a theme park and watching the stars blah blah."

He ignored me and dug his hands into his pocket pulling out a cigarette.

"Wanna smoke a fag?" He passed it to me without looking.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't be so offended, a fag is a cigarette." He smirked at me. Freak.

"I don't smoke," i snatched the cigarette from his hand and broke into half.

"Are you mad?"

"You shouldn't smoke," i turned my head towards him. He kept quiet as i watched him. His expression so intense while he watched the sky. The sound of his breathing, so soft and so melodious. I glanced at his lips wondering what they'd feel like on mine.

What the hell was i thinking?

A grin formed across his lips. "You done admiring me?"

My heart started racing and I flushed. "You wish."

The next thing i knew, Harry was ontop of me. "Oh really?"

My chest started to hurt probably because my heart was beating too fast.

"W-what are you.."

He moved his face closer to mine, our lips only an inch apart. "Dumb American."

"I am not dumb!" I said and my voice sounded shaky. This freak was making me nervous.

"Shhh," he whispered softly. I could smell his beautiful scent. The smell of cardamom and cinnamon.
I knew i was blushing and my body had now started to heat up. His intense expression suddenly turned into a mischievous one. "You're too good for me."

He got off me and laid back down. What on earth did he mean by that?

"How am i good?" I asked. There was no space between us now as we lay, our shoulders touched.

"Nothing." once again, his face was intense. This guy was so hard to understand. One second his face said something, and another something else. I didn't understand him at all. A part of me wanted to but i also thought that it was a bad idea.

"Is something wrong?" I asked gently. Yes, Selena was being gentle.

You guessed it though. The ignorant ass took out a cigarette or as he would say "fag" and lit it.

"I told you not to smoke," i coughed and the smoke make me sick.

"Why should i listen to you?" He puffed his cigarette.

"Because it's bad for you."

"There's a lot of things that are bad for you, but you still do them too."

"Me? Like what?" I laughed sarcastically. "I don't do bad things."

"But you will do me," there was that smirk.

"In your dreams!" I shot at him. It was becoming a habit to be screaming at him.

"Relax, love." He threw away the smoked cigarette. "I am just pulling your leg."

I shrugged.

I felt his fingers wrap around mine and at that moment i think my heart stopped. His warm, wet palm squeezed my hand.

"You're such a muppet," he chuckled under his breath.

"And you're an asshole!"

"Atleast i admit to being one."

For the next 20 minutes he kept quiet and so did I. I just watched him smoke another cigarette. I don't know why i was doing that but i realized i started to like him. There was something about him that pulled me towards him. I was not going to rush with things. First, i was going to get to know him and why he was the way he was and maybe one day i'd call him my Scottish Boyfriend.

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