Harry: You were running around your house trying to get ready for you date with the handsome stranger. You don't know why but you wanted it to be perfect. But even before the date things were going downhill. You didn't know what to wear. You couldn't get your make up right and you were just panicky. Even more so when a knock sounded at your door. You grabbed the nearest thing to dress in and hopped for the best. You sighed and opened the door. He was standing there with casual wear. A short and some shorts and you had on a freaking ughhhh. "Probably should have told you where we were going." You blushed.
****20 minutes later*****
You changed your outfit and you were now sitting on the dock by the beach with ice cream cones. It was getting dark and cold but of course you didn't want it to end. You shivered and hopes he didn't notice but he did and instead of him taking you home he wrapped his arm around you. You both sat there until you began to feel sleepy. "Tired love?" You shook your head stubbornly making him chuckle. "I should get you home." You pouted. "We'll do it again tomorrow, okay?" You smiled and went to peck his cheek but Harry's cheeky self turned his head and you kissed right on the lips. You blushed bright red. "Sorry. I was-" Before you could finish he kissed you again. Of course you kissed back. Seconds later he pulls away. "Wow." Is all you say at the perfect moment.