Hi loves! This is a bit long, and a bit later than I thought (sorry!). I hope you’ve all had a lovely weekend. Below is part II of Check Out. Thanks for all your likes/reblogs/comments! Your feedback is very much appreciated :) Hope you enjoy. Happy reading! xx
1D Plus Sized Series // Apple of My Eye- Harry
Harry and Y/N made a date for the following Saturday. The week passed far too slowly for Y/N and every so often she caught herself looking around the grocery store for Harry. He had popped by once this week to bring her a shiny red apple that made her smile and blush almost as red as the fruit. Harry had been texting often though, always sure to ask about her day. Y/N would tell him stories about her coworkers or about the customers she encountered. Their date was approaching quickly and Y/N was far too excited. She would catch herself daydreaming in the shower or smiling to herself while making dinner. It wasn’t often that fate worked in her favour, but Harry made up for every unlucky thing that had ever happened.
Harry hadn’t mentioned where he was taking her, only that he had planned everything and all she had to worry about was dressing for the weather. Fall had been rather brisk so far, so Saturday morning Y/N dressed in leggings and a warm sweater and added her favourite knitted scarf to complete the outfit.
The knock on the door was almost as loud as the pounding of her heart. Y/N rushed to the door and stood breathing deeply to calm herself. Dates were few and far between for Y/N, but she was pretty sure that hyperventilating wasn’t acceptable date behaviour.
When she opened the door, Harry stood on her front stoop, filling her view. He wore his signature black jeans with a grey hooded sweatshirt, and scuffed up brown boots with his hair tossed up in a bun. He was breathtaking.
“Hi.” Harry smiled and passed Y/N a bouquet of the sunniest sunflowers she had ever seen.
“These are lovely, thank you.” Y/N said, bringing the flowers to her nose, hiding her wide grin. No one had ever bought her flowers before. “I’m just going to put these in water.”
Y/N dashed to the kitchen to find a vase and Harry stepped into the small house. The foyer was small, but it opened up into a large sitting area. The walls were lined with book shelves filled with every book imaginable, and comfy furniture was placed throughout the room. He smiled at the homey feel, unconcerned with how his stomach tightened with yearning.
“Okay, ready?” Y/N walked back into the hallway, purse in hand.
“Very,” Harry releases a sigh, letting go of his pent-up anxiety.
Y/N opened the door wide and motioned Harry to go ahead of her out the door. Locking the door behind her, Y/N walked toward Harry’s car, where he had the door opened and waiting. She climbed in the car and muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to Harry.
Y/N watched as Harry rounded the car, carried quickly on his long and shapely legs. The butterflies began to flutter in her stomach as Harry settled into the car and pulled out of the drive. It wasn’t as if Harry was a stranger now, and Y/N had several questions she could have asked him, but all that filled the car was a mix of silence and tension.
“Is this awkward?” Harry asked, checking the rear-view mirror and tightening his grip in the steering wheel. Y/N stared out the window, rubbing her palms on the soft material of her leggings.
“No, I’m just nervous.” Y/N admitted softly.
“Me too.” Harry said, relaxing his grip on the wheel and tapping his fingers against the rim.
“And excited.” Y/N said a little louder, glancing over at Harry’s profile as he drove.
“Me too.” Harry smiled over at Y/N and without a second thought, reached across the console and took Y/N’s hand in his.
The road they took was winding, the colour on the trees making for a picturesque journey. Several times Y/N thought Harry would slow down and take a certain turn, but he continued on, the suspense making her jittery. She learned quickly to stop asking Harry where they were going or how much longer it would take to get there. He would just squeeze her hand and tell her they would be there soon.
Harry enjoyed the drive. It wasn’t often that he took the time to just go for a drive and it was nicer still to have a pretty girl by his side. He had certainly forgotten how intimate and comforting it was to just hold someone’s hand. As they got closer, Harry became more nervous. He had put a lot of thought into this date. He had called ahead and made sure that they would have lots to do and see, he even arrived early that morning to set up a special surprise. Harry just hoped that it would be enough to impress Y/N.
Harry turned down a dirt road, lined thick with trees on either side. Y/N sat up straighter, anticipation making her fidget in her seat. Smiling, Harry squeezed Y/N’s thigh and she grabbed his hand, threading their fingers, offering Harry all the reassurance he needed.
One last turn brought Harry and Y/N up a long driveway. Cars lined the roadway and near the end, everything opened up, there were fields and rolling hills, trees of all sorts, some with the unmistakable growth of every kind of apple imaginable.
Harry glanced over at Y/N and found that her eyes were darting everywhere, taking everything in. Climbing out of the car, he took a deep breath. He couldn’t quite pin point why this felt so important but his chest ached, hoping that he was enough…. No, he thought shaking his head, he hoped the date was enough.
Harry opened the door for Y/N and she climbed out of the car. Her eyes found his and smiled shyly at him.
“You brought me to an apple orchard?” Y/N glanced around her. In all directions there was so much to see, so many colours and so many smells that it was almost overwhelming. There was a rustic looking building with paint chipping off of the wooden siding. Out front were baskets and barrels filled with fresh fruits and vegetables. Y/N could smell the scent of pastries and sweets coming from inside the shop. Behind that she could see the tips of leafy trees and off in the distance was a stretch of yellow corn stalks. To their left was a pond and a small barn enclosed by a wooden fence. Y/N could hear the giggles of small children and the muted sounds of small farm animals. Standing there wide eyed, thinking back to one of those first few nights with Harry at the grocery store, her eyes began to well slightly with tears.
“Yeah, I thought apples were kind of our thing now.” Harry looked around him too. There were people milling about, but they didn’t pay him much attention and everything looked really beautiful. But nothing compared to the girl beside him, who appreciated the gesture so much, that she turned her body into his and wrapped her arms around him. It was the smallest things that he missed about dating, hand holding and hugs that were just hugs. Though she had taken him by surprise, Harry was quick to return Y/N’s embrace.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Y/N mumbled into Harry’s chest. He swelled with pride at the thought of pleasing her, at making her feel special. For some reason, making Y/N happy felt like walking onto the biggest stage with the loudest crowd.
“Should we go inside?” Harry asked, pulling back from Y/N, running his hands up and down her arms, over the soft material of her sweater.
Y/N was in a daze from being in Harry’s arms. It felt good to be pressed against the hard planes of his body. He was warm, and his long arms wrapped all the way around her. The way he pulled her to his chest made her want to stay in his his arms, but at his suggestion, Y/N was overcome with excitement and with a bright smile, she nodded and began pulling Harry toward the sights and smells of the orchard.
Inside the shop, Harry and Y/N browsed around. There was handcrafted jewellery from local artisans and when Y/N lingered over an apple green bracelet, Harry bought it and clasped it on her wrist. When Y/N discovered Harry’s fascination with bright red candied apples, she bought him one and watched fixated as he ate it, thinking that he reminded her remarkably of Snow White. The pair held cups of hot cider in their hands as they made their way over to the small petting zoo. There were baby goats and big potbellied pigs, several ducks, a hutch filled with rabbits and newly hatched chicks under a warmer. They fed the ducks and watched children play and laugh with the animals. Harry never stopped touching Y/N, whether it was a hand on her back or an arm around her shoulder or slipping his hand into hers. He made her laugh and he kept her warm as they made their way toward the apple orchard.
“I’ve never picked my own apples before.” Y/N admitted.
“It’s fun. My mum used to take us when my sister and I were kids. I remember one time I saw the shiniest red apple at the top of a tree. When mum wasn’t looking I climbed to the very top, picked the apple, took a bite and fell right out of the tree.” Harry chuckled, while Y/N fought between concern and laughter. “I broke my leg I landed so hard.” Harry continued.
“So you’ve always been a showoff then?” Y/N asked cheekily as she reached for an apple. Harry took the opportunity to swat her on the bottom.
“Yes.” Harry said as she whipped around, throwing the apple in her hand against his chest.
Once they had picked their fill of apples of every shape, size and colour, Harry led Y/N to a wagon topped with bales of hay, hitched to two giant horses that could make anyone feel small. They were a beautiful brown with white markings and kind, alert eyes. The man at the front of the wagon sat stoically, with eyes as alert as his horses’, a piece of golden straw sticking out from the corner of his mouth.
“Is this for us?” Y/N asked eagerly. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, the sunshine catching in the movement of her hair. Before he could stop himself, Harry reached out to touch the soft tresses cascading down her back.
“Your chariot awaits,” Harry drew his hand away and threw a wink in Y/N’s direction before she practically skipped off toward the horses. Her voice carried to him where he watched from a few feet away. She timidly asked if it was okay for her to pet the horses and the man with the reigns barely gave her a nod before her hands were stroking the gentle giants. While Y/N cooed to the horses about how pretty they were, Harry checked the wagon for the items he requested. The blankets were stacked neatly and the apple wine was chilling in a small bucket of ice. There was a partition between where they would sit to take in the scenery and enjoy the ride and where the driver sat up front; it was a special request that Harry had made to ensure their privacy.
Harry leaned over the railing of the wagon and called to Y/N. “Care to join me for a ride?”
Y/N gave the horses one last pat and scurried over to Harry. He gave her a hand up, happy to have her so close again. Those round cheeks of hers were once again begging to be kissed, so he obliged, his warm lips pressing to the soft, chilled skin. Y/N’s cheeks warmed considerably at the contact, a blush and a smile chasing away the cold. Harry led her to a bale of hay covered in a soft blanket, he gave her another to wrap herself in. When she was settled and looking at him expectantly, he poured her a glass of apple wine. When he handed it to her, their hands brushed and the spark that flew between them could’ve powered a city, and sparks are rare these days.
As the wagon started to move, Y/N and Harry sat closely chatting away, and took in the vast fields and rolling hills. Every time the wagon gave a jolt it pushed the two of them closer together, their shoulders bumping and thighs brushing. After two glasses of wine, Y/N’s eyes were no longer concerned with the surrounding nature, but rather the pinkness of Harry’s lips, the softness of his skin and the hint of a dimple in his cheek. Y/N leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Magical moments deserve to be remembered with a kiss, she thought, lingering close to Harry. He turned his face to look at her, pleasantly surprised by her boldness. He pressed his mouth gently to hers at first, green eyes open, watching. Y/N leaned into him and moved her lips against his, hesitant at first and then ardently. She tasted the apple wine on his tongue, and his hands roamed the plains and rolling hills of her body, caressing attentively.
They kissed until they were breathless, smiling into each others mouths. Pulling away, Harry refilled their wine glasses as the horses pulled the wagon back around to the orchard.
“To a lovely first date.” Harry raised his glass in a toast.
“And to the second.” Y/N said, making Harry smile with relief. He didn’t know if she was the girl of his dreams, but right now she was certainly the apple of his eye.