HARRY'S P.O.V.
"...hi..", a brown eyed and haired girl said to me hesitantly. "Hi." I said slowly. "Do I know you from somewhe-" "Starbucks. I work at Starbucks, haha. Remember, I'm Liberty??" she cut me off. "Oh yeah!" I exclamated. "Yeah..well, anyway, you seemed to have dropped your phone walking out of the store...sorry for not saying anything while you were leaving, but I just didn't want your girlfriend to get upset..." she explained. "We aren't dating..." I confessed. "Wait..but, then how..??" she said, confused. "Oh right..I guess we are..." I lied. She started to hand me my phone cautiously and slow...like she was afraid of me. Our hands brushed as the passing went on, and I couldn't help but notice her calluses. "What are those...on your hands?" I questioned. "Oh...I do gymnastics, and I get these often from bars...haha, don't look at them." She giggled nervously. I set aside her last comment and went ahead and grabbed her hand. I felt her hands, rough and soft at the same time. Her palm was slightly lighter than her tan skin. Slowly, I pressed my left hand against the one I had presented up. My hands were bigger, of course. "Having fun there??" She chuckled. "Quite a bit, actually. Haha," I cheekily said. "Where do you train for gymnastics, like practice??" I nervously asked. "WOGA gymnastics training center, but, it stands for World Olympic Gymnastics Academy, haha." She smiled. I decided it was the perfect time to turn on the charm. "Are all gymnasts as pretty as you, love?" I asked with confidence that she would like it. "Ummm...I'm not..." She said slowly dropping the smile that once was. "I think you're beautiful." I said in a low, serious tone. As she looked down at the white tile, I cautiously slipped my fingers between hers, to which the point they were fully intertwined.
LIBERTY'S P.O.V.
I felt him lock his large hand into my slightly smaller one. A hand lifted from his side, up to the tip of my chin, lifting it up gently. So far, he has touched as if I were the most delicate and fragile piece of art on this earth. Our eyes locked as we lifted our heads simoutaneously. Just like before I remembered the phone incident, accept since we were close enough to feel each other's breath on our lips, it became intense. He leaned in slow, his green eyes disappearing, only to reveal his eyelids. I kept my eyes open, to only do this. I aggresively pushed him away in the middle of the store. A confused expression plastered across his face. "What the hell?! I just met you and now you're hitting on me?! " I shouted deliriously. I stormed out of the store with a look of disgust on my face. For the oddest reason, tears hit my blushed cheeks. I walked as quickly as I could to Shelby's car, that she had yet to park all the way to Panera. The dark clouds in the sky continuously pushed together above me. An amazing roar of thunder only increased my fear of storms and hate of living in Florida. Rain gradually fell from time to time as I was halfway to Panera. Then, ALOT of rain poured over the city. I walked swiftly as I was drenched, makeup smeared all over my depressed face. Overthinking what had just happened in the store, I had come to a conclusion. I am NOT making the same mistake with boys, like I had last time scavengering for them. All of a sudden a faded voice in the back of me shouted, becoming clearer and clearer as slowed my pace to listen. "LIBERTY!" I stopped and turned my head slowly. Only to reveal to my eyes, a mop of wet curls, and a deep, emerald pair of eyes trotting up to me.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
I had fled from the bridal store, to search for Liberty. I hadn't understood what just happend. But, I had felt a slight bit of love for her at an instant. I went running for answers..literally. I had wondered for Liberty, until it started to rain. My car was too far away to walk back to, so I decided the closest place to keep dry till it stopped raining, was Panera. I sprinted down the sidewalk to Panera, trying to avoid my new leather jacket from getting drowned in rainwater, which I failed at. Then, there she was. LIBERTY. I had to catch up to her, so I sprinted faster and faster chanting her name as loud as I could to get her attention. Finally, she turned her head 160 degrees, so, I was fully in her sights. I advanced a little in my running and caught up to her when she had stopped. Good thing, cause I thought I was in for a chase. I slowed and walked up to her, step by step in puddles of rain on the cold cement. Panting, I figured a way to push out the words, "What happened back ther-" She caught me of guard with a passionate kiss. Our lips seemed to be the perfect pair. This kiss was different from other girls' kisses. This was soft, gentle, and felt real. We stood there in the rain...lips fitting together. After about 2 full minutes of our session, she had pulled away slowly. It was magical.
LIBERTY'S P.O.V.
I felt the need for his lips to be on mine, pressed in a long kiss. I needed the feel, regardless of how angry I was at him and my stubborn opinion on dating and boys. I just leaned in and finished the action he was about to potray on me in the bridal shop. Our warm lips transferred heat and cold from top to bottom. It was subtle and nothing crazy. That's how every first kiss should be and feel like...in my opinion, that is. Harry leaned his forehead against mine, and held my wet wrists up to his broad chest, and looked deeply into my dark brown eyes. He was so adorable, yet seductive. Dimples formed around the base of his defined cheekbones. We stood there till the rain slowed, which was about 8 minutes. He lifted his head from mine, and asked..."What's you're middle name?" I chuckled and said, "Elizabeth." He stared at my lips, with a slight smile. "Okay, Liz." He smirked and out of nowhere, he threw me over his shoulder, jogging him and I, in a package to Panera.
