Imagine playing tag with Harry in the parking lot. Autumn is in the air and the night time breeze whips against your skin as you run away from him before his longs legs catch up to you. He stops and puts a hand over his chest, taking in a few deep breaths.
You smirk and stick your toungue out at him. You were out of breath just as much as he was but you tried to play it off. “Looooozer!” You laughed.
"I need my inhaler," he said.
"Really?" You asked, making your way back towards him. You knew how bad his asthma could get sometimes.
"No," he grinned, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards him. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, running around in circles. "But you’re the loser now!" He yelled obnoxiously.
"Put me down!" You laughed, pounding your fists on his back. "You’re such a cheater!"
"Nope I win, I win!"
"Ugggh." You groaned.
Harry took you to the hood of his range Rover where he carefully set you down.
"Awww baby," he said, tilting up your chin with his index finger. "Don’t be mad," he pouted, mocking your expression.
"I’m not even mad!" You laughed, shoving him away by pushing on his shoulders.
Harry stood in between your legs. “Don’t pretend you can resist me.” He said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"Really?" You said, raising your eyebrows. "Watch me." You shoved him away once again.
Harry looked at you with questioning eyes, unable to decipher if you were joking or not.
You reached out and grabbed his hands, pulling him back to you. You placed them on your waist and moved your own hands to his messy mass of brown curls. “I was just kidding.” You whispered into his ear. “You know very damn well how much I can’t resist you.”