I could tell he was nervous when he'd look at me at points he thought I wouldn't notice, and the way his smirk, through still making an appearance, didn't hold the same arrogance it often did. His fingertips never remained still as they brushed over my hip, constantly drumming a slow beat up and down - every so often he'd blow a breath between his chapped lips - he was terrified, I knew he was. And he was trying, I knew that, too.

Harry pulled his arm from my waist and reached into the pocket of his jeans, turning to face me, "I got you something," a hopeful smile spread on his lips as he looked at me. He held what looked to be the remains of a rose, crumpled, its petals barely intact. His face fell, realizing the sight in his large palm, "Oh, fuck me," he mumbled, frustratedly tossing it aside into the road.

I pouted, shaking my head, "Hey! I wanted that!"

"I couldn't even get you a proper fucking rose, Ana," he groaned, and I laughed lightly.

"I loved it, Harry, thank you," I couldn't help but grin as I leant upwards to kiss him on the cheek, a look of annoyance taking over his face, only momentarily softened by my touch. He reached into his other pocket to pull out a cigarette, lighting it without hesitation and taking a drag, sighing in relief afterwards.

"So where are we going?" I asked, dragging my feet on the floor, momentarily forgetting how much he despised it when I did so.

He tapped the back of my thigh with his fingertips as so to tell me to stop doing it, before speaking, "It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises."

"You'll like this one."

"A good one, I hope?"

"I hope so, too. If you hate it, we'll leave," he murmured beside me, flicking his cigarette from his fingers and stamping on it.

"I won't hate it," I reassured him, him only nodding in response as he grabbed my wrist, taking a side road. As we walked on, we moved further from any place I knew, my reliance on Harry to guide the way becoming far heavier.

"Harry Styles, where the hell are you taking me?" I pestered, his gaze not meeting mine for a moment as he tugged me into what looked like the woods; one I didn't know this town was even in possession of.

"Stop that shit for a minute, Ana," he retorted, shaking his head, "you don't always have to be in control, y'know."

"I know I don't have to be in control," I argued.

"Oh yeah?" his eyes searched mine, the darkness of the time of night making it difficult to meet his gaze, "then what made you such a control-freak?"

"I'm not a control freak," I huffed, but I knew he was right.

"It's not a bad thing, Ana Grace," he laughed at me now, tugging me closer to him, "you just have to learn to let go a bit."

I didn't argue, only shook my head as I walked beside him - I could now smell the scent of him, the smell of smoke immediately overtaking my senses, one I'd come to like so very much.

"Here," he mumbled, his concentration flickering from me to the mass of trees surrounding us, "gonna need you to jump here, Ana."

I frowned, shooting him a puzzled look before it set in that we were in front of a ditch of some kind, and he was wanting me to jump straight over it.

A very, very steep ditch.

"What are you-"

Harry dropped my hand, his long legs making the jump far easier for him, as he leapt across the space quickly, hanging off a couple of branches for a second before reaching the other side, a low grunt leaving his lips as he did so.

"S'not so bad, Ana. Just don't look down, come on."

I shifted from foot to foot, knowing I was genuinely incapable of making a jump of that kind, "Harry, I don't think I can."

"Conquer your fears, yeah? Come on, it's nothing bad - just a bit of height and distance," he reassured me, holding out his hand.

"I can't," I whined, sounding about ten years younger than I was.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, his lips breaking into a smile, "I've got you. Don't be a wimp."

My knees felt weak; the way the nickname rolled so effortlessly and so beautifully off his tongue, easily bringing a smile to my face as my stomach leapt at his words of affection.

I rolled my eyes dramatically, taking a step closer to the edge, "If I die, it's on you."

"I take full responsibility," he shot me a grin, raising his hands for a moment, before opening his arms again, "Just go for this branch here," he told me, nodding towards one that looked like it was going to snap under even the lightest of pressure, "and then this one," he nodded to another.

I made the jump, barely reaching the edge, the dirt crumbling at my feet. Harry's armed wrapped tightly around me, tugging me close to him as I reached the other side, exhaling deeply. Laughter escaped my lips, a laugh of relief as he did the same, his eyes scanning my face closely.

"I did it," I grinned up at him.

He reached to move a piece of hair from my face, his grin mirroring my own, "Come on," he nudged me, signalling for us to continue walking, "almost there."

"Are you gonna tell me where, yet?"

"Nope," he sent me a smirk, picking up his pace again.

I followed him as I had before, relying on him to guide me as he'd playfully nudge me every so often in attempts to make me lose my balance, only to reach for my waist to steady me again.

After walking for what felt like forever, and several teasing complaints of my legs hurting, Harry came to a halt.

"Here," he murmured, pressing his hand to the small of my back to lead me to where an old blanket of some kind lay on the floor, wires which I were unable to distinguish dangling above it.

Harry sat down on the blanket, pulling me down beside him.

"So," he kept his voice low, as if any higher volume would be too much for our quiet surroundings, as he reached behind me, flicking a switch to light up the wires above us, now revealed to me as warm-white fairy-lights, lighting up our surroundings in a beautiful spectacle, highlighting Harry's face so beautifully, "I figured these lights would be enough until the stars come out, I don't know, um-" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "I downloaded a couple of movies on my phone to watch, and if you're hungry there's a diner just another ten minutes that way.."

"Thank you," I whispered, my hand subconsciously reaching for his cheek to rest on his skin, my thumb drawing circles on it, "I never would've expected this."

"I like to excel expectations," he whispered in response, a playful grin on his features, "but I'm not surprised. Those lights were a bitch to put up."

I laughed softly at the thought of Harry tangled up in a mass of fairy lights, cursing repeatedly as he tried to get out of them, "Thank you," I repeated. Nobody had ever been through this kind of effort for me before, the boys I'd been with only willing to take me for a drink, their friends being there, too.

"It's nothing, Ana," he bit back his smile, "I just figured since you wanted cliché - we'd go full cliché, yeah?"

"Yeah," I grinned in response, my thumb still drawing circles on his skin. His eyes searched mine for a moment, his forehead pressing to mine before I stopped him, "what would my mother think if she knew I was kissing on the first date?" I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"What would your mother say if she knew you were on a date with somebody like me, period?" he retorted, a curl flopping onto his forehead and brushing against my own.

"She'd have both our heads," I mumbled, my train of thought now completely and entirely distracted by his lips only inches from my own.

"Then don't kiss and tell," he mumbled in return, his forefinger and thumb pulling my chin towards him, our lips meeting. His lips were rough against my own, though the sweetness still prominent as his kiss embraced me, the sudden euphoria I'd only felt with him engulfing my sentence - nothing else was able to cross my mind; only the ecstasy he provided me with. His hand met the curve my waist as his tongue glided smoothly along my bottom lip, entering my mouth. Only moments later did he pull away, easily leaving me breathless.

The movie was never set up - we only laid on the worn blanket, eyes on each other as we spoke.

"Do you believe in The Butterfly Effect?"

Harry's voice broke through the silence that had remained since his last question minutes ago, and I narrowed my eyes.

"The what?"

"Butterfly Effect," he repeated, propping himself up onto his elbows, "that shit about a buttefly flapping its wings at the right time causes a hurricane?"

"Oh, that," I nodded, biting my lip in thought, "I don't know, I've never thought about it."

"I didn't use to believe in it."

"And now you do?"

"I don't know, really," he shrugged, before continuing, "I mean, think about it - had your ugly asshole of a mate never tried touching you up, you never would've come outside the bar where I was sitting, and we never would've met."

I rest my hand at the nape of his neck, my fingers intertwining with the curls that neared his shoulders, "Does that count as the Butterfly Effect?"

"And if we'd never have met, I'd probably have done something stupid, like drop out of school, and hated your group for the rest of my life."

"They're not my group."

"They were," he said simply.

I stayed quiet for a moment, before speaking again, "School's gonna be tough on Monday."

"Is it?" he frowned, "what, because Louis Tomlinson is back from his fancy-pantsy vacation?"

"Something like that," I mumbled.

"Who gives a shit? What's he gonna do to you, hm? Nothing."

"I don't know, Harry. I've never seen Louis act like such a-"

"Narcissistic fuck?" he quipped, his eyes glinting.

"That's not what I was gonna say," I chuckled, tempted to scold him for his foul language.

"Let's go eat, Ana," he cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, "I'm fucking starving."

"We c-" I was cut off by the feel of something cold on the back of my neck, causing me to jump a little as it trickled down my spine, the icy liquid a shock to the heat of my skin.

Just then, rain came pouring down, the heavy droplets engulfing us in its icy temperature, causing me to squeal as Harry burst out laughing.

"Just our luck, huh? The rain really has a thing for us," he remarked as we climbed quickly to our feet, tugging our coats tightly around us, "I'll come back and get the lights tomorrow - come on," he grinned, grabbing my wrist and bolting through the trees as it poured.

"Harry Styles, you're fucking crazy," I laughed as we ran, his own laughter continuing to sound as he turned to look at me, his hair stuck to his forehead as his goofy grin mirrored mine.

"About you, maybe," he announced in the cheesiest way he could, his grin not faltering for a second as we ran through the trees, his hand tightly in mine.