Falum (5SOS fic c.h.) Completed

Chapter 9

I couldn't believe me what I was seeing. When he uncovered my eyes I saw an amazing thing. There was a huge balcony. In the center was a round table and on top of it was a couple of candles and some rose petals scattered by it. I can't believe... This is way to much for me but what can I say? I am a simple girl. I won't say anything because I know that Harry had so much work doing all of this so, I will just simply enjoy.

- So do you like it? - he asked nervously

- Yes, Harry I love it - I answered him even I thought that this was too chic and fancy for me.

I didn't notice that Harry was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and I should tell you it was way too good on him, and a blazer also black. Only then that I began to think, he was dressed for a date but I don't . I was in shorts , Oh My God, I really am stupid. Now he will find that I don't take him seriously.

I looked at him and there he was , with that perfect smile and those green eyes , which were now bright. In such a short time he already has become so important to me. I can not imagine my life without him. I confess that in the beginning was only fan love, but now? Now I think my feelings for him evolve extremely quickly and honestly I do not know if that's good. 

We had dinner and then a quiet music began to play. I looked around and saw a mini orchestra playing an overly romantic melody. Everything was perfect, until too . Harry held out his hand and went to the balcony behind the table where we had the perfect view for the starry sky. He began to dance a sort of waltz and I do not believe I'm dancing it. However he clasped our hands , I found it odd they do not fit, I always thought we were meant for each other, but I have a bad feeling. 

I pushed these thoughts of my head and decided to take full advantage of the moment. I'm with a Greek god in front of me and there I am, thinking about things I should not.

I put my head into his chest and heard his heartbeat, it was calm. I looked at him and he found himself with his eyes closed, so peaceful. He opened his eyes and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead, I smiled. 

That was when I joined our lips. I do not know where I went to get the courage to do so, but did not regretted. The kiss started simply, just beaters, then became more involved. Our lips were moving synchronously , but I still had not got the hang, after all although Harry did not know, my first kiss was with him at that coffee after his and 5SOS's concert. His tongue touched my bottom lip, asking permission, I was so insecure and I did not give permission. He broke the kiss and looked at me with a puzzled air.

- What's wrong?

- I just, that's weird because I'm 18 years old and I don't know how to kiss with tongue - I said embarrased.

- No problem, I can teach you.

- But Harry I don't want....- he interrupted me while approached his lips to mine and joined them. I could not believe he was pressing me to do something I did not want to, not now.

I put the my hands on his chest and pushed him lightly, but he continued to push on my waist almost forcing me to continue to kiss him .

- Harry stop. Take me home, please

- But...

- Now! - I screamed

He nodded. We left the balcony and turn to the black car it. Despite being upset with him, he was still gentleman and opened my car door. The silence in the car was embarrassing and breathtaking. A song of Taylor Swift played on the radio. The trip seemed that was taking centuries, I can not believe he spoiled the meeting because of the stupid crap kiss. I could not held and a tear ran down my face, Harry was so engrossed with the fucking music that did not even notice. Finally we come to my house, he stopped the car and looked at me. I looked at my home and still saw the lights lit room, dammit they are still awake. It seemed that Harry was waiting for me to say something, but I merely throw him a cynical smile and slam the car door shut . 

I looked back and Harry had a look of indifference. He is hurting me and he did not even notice. I took a deep breath and headed to the entrance door. I took my bag and looked for my keys, I saw the keychain and saw the doll hanging there. Memories of my life in Portugal reached me and tears of longing joined the sadness. I stopped for a few minutes to see me composed myself . I put the key in the lock and opened the door. There was a smell of bolognese from the kitchen, I heard laughters but I decided to drive me to my room without anyone noticing it. The big problem was that to go to my room I had to go through them. I inspired a great deal of air and tried to wipe the tears that insisted on falling. I put the suitcase on a small table that had at the entrance and I got the courage to face them. I tried to make the least noise possible to see if I could passed unnoticed, but I couldn't. The wooden floor creaked and I had 5 pairs of eyes looking at me.

- What the fuck just happened with you? - Danielle asked worried.

I couldn't answer her, so I drop the rest of my things on the floor and I ran to my room.  When I lay in bed and reviewed all the moments of today there it was the straw. I could not breathe because I was crying so much. I heard someone knocking on the door and I recognized the person's voice.

- May I come in?

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