Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Twenty-Eight

               Obviously Annabelle had went home and took a hot shower, then laid in bed and listened to music until she fell asleep, the night of her first kiss with Harry. She couldn't believe it, she kept having to pinch herself. Harry actually kissed her. A guy, a handsome, cute, funny, sweet, smart, gentlemen, actually kissed her because he actually wanted to. What? It had been two days and she still couldn't believe it. She was still pinching herself and constantly replaying the kiss in her mind.

Harry wasn't any different. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop thinking about how perfect their kiss was. He was so happy he waited and didn't rush anything. He wouldn't trade that kiss for anything in the world. Harry knew he had already fallen for Annabelle, and he didn't mind one bit. He was happy he found Annabelle, she was so perfect, so sweet and adorable.

So when Harry showed up at Annabelle's house two days after their first kiss (of course, they had still texted each other nonstop, but somehow Annabelle managed to avoid talking about the kiss), throwing small pebbles at her window, she wanted to die. In a good way. Her heart melted, seeing him standing there in his black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt (her favorite outfit on him), she couldn't hold back her squeals and giggles. She quickly shut her window, grabbing her phone and looking at herself in the mirror. She hadn't fixed her hair today, so it was just long and curly and poofy. Usually she would have freaked out that she hadn't fixed her hair, but for some odd reason, she felt more comfortable around Harry tonight than she ever has.

Annabelle dashed downstairs and out of the front door, waving goodbye to her parents who were sitting on the couch. They didn't even have to ask where she was going, they could tell by her pink cheeks and huge smile that she would be with Harry.

When she came outside, his knees went weak. He felt like running up to her and hugging her so tightly that she couldn't breath. So he did, he pulled her close to his chest and held her in his arms, just because he could. He missed her. She giggled, looking up at him. "I have a surprise for you."

*

It was seven o'clock and the sun was beginning to disappear. The sky was different shades of pink and blue, the white fluffy clouds scattered across the beautiful background. They had just arrived at a cafè, the same one they went on a date at before.

Harry opened the door for Annabelle, and she headed to the table they sat at last time they were here. The small room smelled like coffee beans and caramel, making Annabelle want to order everything on the menu,even though she didn't like the taste of coffee, but she loved the smell of it. It reminded her of her grandma's house that she would always visit when she was younger and lived in America.

Harry waited in line, ordering the same drinks they had last time, and even one muffin (like last time- he was really trying to be romantic) that they shared. The date was going amazingly, so far. He even held her hand, as always, and managed to sneak a kiss on her forehead as they were leaving the café.

They soon arrived at their little place, with the creek and the out-of-place pear tree. As Annabelle stepped out of the car and walked towards the tree, Harry lagging behind only a little, she gasped in awe. There just so happened to be a little blanket fort, with pillows and more blankets inside, and even a laptop and a stack of movies (mostly Disney movies, not because it was a cliché date, but because Annabelle was a Disney fanatic, and Harry knew that).

Harry caught up to her, and she turned to face him with wide eyes and a beautiful smile. Annabelle had those kind of cheeks that were cute and sort of pudgy and covered in little freckles; the kind that everyone always wanted to squeeze and poke.

She then noticed the little fairy lights that were hung in the tree, giving some dim lighting as the sun was setting. Gosh, how perfect can a guy actually be?

Annabelle wrapped her arms around Harry's neck (giving him a hug, not strangling him), and he held her in him arms for a good minute.