You and Harry walk hand in hand through the bustling night streets of London. The street lamps are the only source of light, making the mist in the black night visible.

"Dinner was lovely Harry. Thank you." You lean into him slightly and your head rests against his shoulder as you walk.

"Sure," He starts. "The dinner was great but you are the reason it was lovely." You smack him lightly in the stomach with your clutch. He chuckles as his grip on your hand tightens.

You come to an intersection. To the left, lots of lights and loud, distasteful music. The the right, only the sound of frogs can be heard and it is much darker and intriguing.

"Let's take a right, shall we?" The adventurous side of Harry questions.

"Lead the way," you say.

Harry walks slightly in front of you, pulling you with him.

You have been walking on this road for about ten minutes. You come to a beautiful little bridge crossing over a pond full of pink and white waterlilies. You and Harry walk across the bridge, only to stop in the middle.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life, y/n."

"I could say the same, Styles," he smirks you lazily run your hand through his floppy hair.

Your bodies become closer as you feel the butterflies start in your stomach. It still happens every time your lips even become close to Harry's, even after eight months. Your lips barely meet as you hear a clap of thunder.

"Oh!!" You exclaim as you jump out of Harry's arms. The rain of London once again falls down, with nothing to protect you from the cold and wet. It pours harder and harder until the only thing you can see is Harry.

He laughs fills the air. You giggle lightly at his bellowing laugh.

Harry's hand comes up and caresses your wet cheek as he moves your soaking wet hair that was clinging to your face away. You wrap your arms around his waist slowly as you both lean in.

The uncomfortable and cold wetness of your clothes and body dissolve as soon as your lips melt with Harry's.