Loved You First

Ch. 7 Pinky Promise and Taylor Swift

He leans in so that our noses are touching subtly. Before he inches closer I look away. " Harry," I imply looking at the ground. " I know," He replies. " We are just friends, yada, yada, yada. The phrase kind of grows on you, you know?" He gives me a half smile. "It's not that." I begin. He bites his lips watching me intently. My ears grow hot. " I really want to kiss you- I just- It's just-" I stutter. He takes his white shirt off showing off his toned abs. Ahh! What is he doing to me?! Hell! He's sexy and he knows it. I bite my lip. " You want to kiss me?" He asks his Brit accent thickening. " Hell yeah," I admit. He chuckles. ' And your not making this any easier with your sexiness.’ I wanted to add but I bite my lip again. “ Why don’t you?” He asks. He moves in closer looking into my eyes. I stare right back at him. His green eyes scan through my face, almost as if looking for my permission. Before I move any closer he brushes his lips onto mine. The kiss is light and sweet but it’s meaning is heavy yet undefined. Again I’m left wondering what this is. My hands move up finding his curls. His tongues brush my lips exploring in my mouth. I feel him smile against my lips. A smile grows on me. Before I know it we are cracking up. “ How was that?” He asks. I must have looked puzzled because he ads, “ Did that meet your expectations?” My face burns. “ It was alright.” I say looking down. “ Alright?” He asks flustered. I nod. “I though it was more that alright.” He admits. “ You’re a great kisser.”  He comments putting on Louis’s shirt. I laugh at the image. He looks so funny but it fits him well. A little tight but I’m not complaining.

Harry’s P.O.V

    I kissed her! I actually kissed her! I had the balls to do it and I don’t regret a thing. Suddenly my phone rings interrupting out moment. I look at the caller ID. Ugh. Taylor. I swear the girl is obsessed with me. I sigh looking up at Savannah. She looks as disappointed as I am. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I have to take this.” excuse myself. I stand up and wander around for a more isolated area. I find a quiet bench to site on. “Yes Taylor?” I ask her clearly annoyed. “ Hi to you to Harry.” She replies sarcastically. “Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice Taylor?” I tease her. “ Whatever,” She replies. “ What do you want?” I ask inpatient. “Me? I just wanted to know you were alright sweetie.” She says innocently. I hate when she calls me that like if we actually had something real. I don’t mean to be rude but ever since we had a one-night stand she’s been stalking me. She talked my manager into making us date for publicity. I refused but both of them just took that as encouragement. “ What do you want Taylor?” I ask this time my tone more firm. “Ugh. Harry your such a bore.” She whines. “ Anyway,” She continues. Yes women get to the point! “ We are going out tonight.” She states. “ I don’t think so.” I reply. “ Simon already called. He made the arrangements we are going to the ‘Warm Bodies’ her squeaky voice fills my ears. Shit. That’s today?! I’m such a jerk. What am I supposed to tell Vannah? Before Taylor can say anything else I hang up. So much for being nice.

     I walk back towards Savannah feeling all guilty and mushy inside. “ Hey I was thinking that we could go to the movies tonight,” She greets me back standing up. My throat tightens. I wish I could go.

“ That’s would be great!” I start but cut myself off. “ The thing is I’m not feeling very well. I think I need to go home.” I explain. Her face turns into a frown. I feel so bad! I just want to go ahead and hug her. “Oh,” She says. Then, her eyes shoot up at me. “I hope it wasn’t my cooking! I swear I looked at the date before mixing them together!” She says worried. The last thing I want is for her to feel bad over something she didn’t do. I let out a chuckle. She’s adorable even when she’s worried. “ No, I don’t think it was the food” I say. She nods. “ Well tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” She concerns. I look at her surprised. She wants to care for me even when I’m ditching her. “ I can make you chicken soup,” She offers. I would love for her to care for me. “ Actually, I won’t risk giving you more food. I don’t want all the fans hating on me because I food poisoned their Harry?” She says. I laugh at this, “ Let me take you home, I’ll be fine.” I try to convince her. “ Are you sure? You could stay at my house? My grandma left me some soup I didn’t eat. It’s not that old and I swear I didn’t cook it.” She comforts me coming closer. I laugh again. “ Your cooking is fine! I promise!” I insist. She looks at me closely, studying my every feature. “ You promise?” She asks. “I pinky promise,” I reply holding out my pinky. She takes it and comes closer hugging me. “Besides, I don’t want you to get a virus if im contagious?” I lie. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting it from you.” She flirts leaning in and pecking my lips. I smile. “ We can have another date as soon as I get better. A real date.” I offer. She smiles and says. “ I would love that.”

Harry dropped me off at my house. He’s been acting weird lately. Well he IS sick. I hope he gets better. I plop down on the couch turning the T.V on while I text my friend, Becky on the phone. She told me to call her after I very casually told her I might be dating Harry Styles.

“ Yeah?” I said into the phone.

“ What do  you mean yeah?!” She asks. I’m quiet while she speaks. “ You kissed Harry fucking styles and all you say is ‘yeah’?” She asks. I take that she is excited for me. “Yeah?” I try again.

“ That’s it I’m coming over.” She tells me.

      30 minutes later Becky is sitting on my couch next to me eating a bucket of friend chicken while I tell her everything. When I mean everything I say everything. A thought suddenly creeps into my head. What the hell happened to my normal life? I have a feeling that its long gone.

“ And the she called me a bitch!” I exclaim. Becky gasps.

“ Oh no she didn’t!” She sasses.

“She did!” I reply.

“ That’s it! That bitch is gonna die!” She shouts dramatically while chewing on a piece of chicken.

    Then I finish telling her about today’s picnic.

“ But what about Niall?” She asks me.

“What about Niall?” I repeat.

“ I though he was like your soul mate or something.” She explains. I look at her.

“ I don’t know anymore” I say sadly. “He’s changed. I’ve changed- I don’t blame him it’s just so different now.” I say. She nods understanding.

“Okay but I’m still team Niall” She says.

“ I didn’t know we were picking teams now.” I reply. “It’s just weird between us right now. Do you think I should for give him?” I ask.

 She shrugs. “ I don’t know. Don’t ask me, I’m the one who goes to you for advise.” I nod. “ But if it were up to me, yeah I’d give him a chance. “ She continues. I think it through. I guess I should give him another chance. Afterall, I HAVE been pretty hard on the lad.

“ I have an idea!” Becky jumps. I groan.

“ What? My ideas are always great!” She defends.

“ No, your ideas always end up dragging me into trouble.” I explain.

“ No this one, you’ll like this one.” She inisits.

“Okay, what’s your idea.” I give in.

“ We have to go out!”  She squeks  excitenly.

“ Go out? Where to?” I ask her.

“ Well, didn’t Niall say that he had extra tickets to that premiere?” She asks. I give her a nod. “ Yeah, why?”  “ Well I was thinking, we cant just sit here knowing that we are invited to a celebrity event!” She screams.

“ Okay I guess we can go. What am I going to wear though?” I ask her.

“ I’ll take care of that, you go call Niall.”    

        I do as I’m told. 5 minutes later I have dialed Niall’s phone for the 15th time, literally. I gulp and gather all the courage I can muster. I dial his number and after the 3rd beep he answers giddily.

“ Hey Niall,” I say.

“ Hey S! What up?” Scince when does he say ‘ what up’?

Niall’s P.O.V

 Savannah calls me while I am getting ready for today’s premiere. I decide that I should answer after the 3rd beep so I don’t sound to deprete.

“ Hey Niall,” She says.

“ Hey S!” I say a little too excited.  “ What up?” What up?!  Who the hell says ‘what up?’ I sure as hell don’t. “ Hey, does the premiere offer still stand?” She asks. “ Yeah sure! But only if you can be my date?” I ask giddily.  I feel her hesitate. “I’m kidding!” I let out a nervous laugh she does the same. “ Well me and Becky are kind of board so I just though maybe-“ She explains. “ Yeah okay, I’ll pick you guys up at 7” I reply. “ Great!” She says. I chuckle. “Okay well, bye!” I say. “Wait!” She says. “Yeah?” “ I’m sorry Niall I was way too hard on-“ I cut her off again. “ No I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“ Then she cuts me off. “ Niall I forgive you,” She says. I smile. “ And thanks.”  “Its nothing” I insist. We hang up agreeing to see eachother later.