We pull up to my parents mansion and get out.
"That was so fun! We should go to more Michael Buble concerts." Laura says and we all bod in agreement.
Harrys hand brushes against mine and his pinky hooks with mine before he takes my hand. I look over at him to see hes looking back at me with a small smile. I wink and he bites his lip as Laura opens the front door. We step in and Harry yawns.
"I think we're going to go up and get some sleep." I say and Laura nods.
"Kay. Good night Jade, Harry." She says and she kisses both of us on the cheek before we head upstairs.
We walk into my room and I shut my door behind me. I turn around and Harry crashes his lips to mine. I kiss him back and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands slide down to my bum and they rest there. Theres a knock at the door and we pull away immediatlly. I wipe my mouth as Harry wipes his.
"Come in." I say as I walk over to my computer.
The door opens and Laura peaks in.
"Mom and Dad are sleeping so I would be quiet if I were you." She says and Harry and I exchange looks.
"What?" I ask.
"I heard you guys, just be quiet if you do anything and use protection!" She pulls away and closes the door behind her.
I laugh akawardly and look back at my computer. I havent been on this thing in ages. I type in my password after it turns on and Harry wraps his arms around my waist. I type in twitter and log in. When it comes up I have over 50 notifications.
"Whoa." Harry says and I nod.
I scroll through to see they all are connected to a video. When I click on the video im amazed at what I see. Its a video of Harry, Michael, and I singing on stage.
"Holy Shitballs." I mutter and Harry nods.
I click the link and it brings me to the youtube video. It has over one hundred views already!
I click out of it and shake my head.
"It should blow over." I say and Harry shakes his head.
"You were amazing. Something like thats not going to blow over." He tells me and i shake my head.
"I think they liked your singing better than mine." I say honestly and he shakes his head.
"I dont think so." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Lets just drop it okay? dont ever sing and I didnt want a lot of people to know that I can but its kind of to late." I say as I sit down on my bed.
He sits down next to me and I lean against the wall.
"Does this have something to do with Blake?" He asks quietly and I tense at the sound of his name.
"No." I say a little to fast.
"Please just tell me." He says.
I sigh as I glance over at a picture of Blake and I. In the picture Blake is holding me bridal style and my arms are wrapped around his neck. We both are smiling and laughing as my other friends pose around us. But the picture was revolved around us two.
"Blake and I... It was always us two. We we're always together no matter what. Hw was my first love and I was his. We made a promise that we would never split apart, That we would always be together. But then he got a letter saying he was accepted into the worlds best music school and of course... he left me. He told me that he would be back for me and we would have a happily ever after but that was a lie. Two weeks later I find out he has a girlfriend." I laugh sarcastically.
"So what does this have to do with singing?" he asks.
"We had always had this dream that we would be a duet and travel the world with each other but as you can see." I look around my room. "Im not with him and or traveling the world."
Harry takes my hand. "I would never do that to you."
"To be honest if you did I wouldnt be able to take it." I chuckle and he scoots closer to me.
"I wont though." He says and I nod.
"Lets get some sleep. We leave toorrow night." I tell him and he nods before getting up.
"Ill be back... unless you want to come in the room with me." he suggests.
"Just come in here." I nod and he leaves.
I look up at the ceiling and think to myself 'He willl one day.'
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L.A girls (H.S)
FanficHe thought girls of L.A were self-centered, over confident, brats. Until he met her. She thought boys of L.A we're the cocky, rude, guys that only thought about sex. Until she met him.