Finding You (Camarry)(Sequel to Breaking & Healing)

Fourteen: Date

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"Harry this is amazing." I tell him; As he lead me to the restaurant. It was beautiful, the theme was Paris.

I looked around in awe of it. I turn to look at Harry, finding his eyes already on me.

He pulls out my seat for me, "Thanks." I reply softly.

We ordered, I felt a bit under dressed as I looked around. Everyone dressed up in fancy clothing, I looked back at Harry.

"Don't worry, you look perfect." He smiles, showing off his dimples. I blush, looking down at the table.

"I want to learn everything about you." He says. I look up at him with a smile.

"I'm not that interesting. You know somethings about me." I reply.

He shrugs,"But not everything." He answers, smiling. I sigh, with a smile.

"Um, okay. Just random things about me?" I ask, he nods happily. I roll my eyes playfully.

"My shoe size is a seven." I tell him, he laughs,"Continue.." he urges.

"I'm not a morning person, I started to play the guitar..and sing in 7th grade. I think I'm 5'2. I'm really messy. I prefer books over movies." I say, thinking of anything else.

Knowing I'm boring him, to death. But when I looked at him, he looked at me as if he wanted me to tell him more.

"Sorry, that I'm boring." I blush, he shakes his head.

"You're not, the exact opposite actually. You intrigue me, in the most interesting way. A way that I used to be frightened of, but now crave." He tells me, his eyes looking into mine.

I blush furiously, "Uh, back to the facts. Um.." he smirks at my reaction.

"I eat bananas with everything, even spaghetti." I say, Harry giving me a crazy look before laughing.

"I'm cuban, American and mexican. Iov ed to America when I was six. And that's Camila Cabello." I finish.

He smiles,"Hm..Camila Cabello. She seems perfect." He grins, I felt my cheeks get hot.
"What is the most rebellious thing you've ever done?" He asks, curiously.

I try to remember,"I haven't really done anything 'rebellious'. I once skinny dipped in Puerto Rico." I reply, he looks at me as if I were lying.

"Wow, bad girl." He laughs, I join in.

"Yeah, I once seen a seen a sign that said, 'Don't step on grass'. Guess what I did? I stepped on the grass. I'm a rebel." I say, dusting off my shoulder playfully.

"You are really amazing."

A/N: all the facts I've mentioned, is true.
Except the one about the sign and the grass lol. She is such a bad girl. Kidding, mila wouldn't hurt a fly.

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"This night has been perfect." I smile, Harry giving me a smile.

"You've been perfect, like always." He smiles. I chuckle softly,"Thanks Harry."
He nods, as he hugs me. I felt wonderful, the feeling of being in his arms.

I had the urge to kiss him, badly. But I didn't know if I should. He pulls away, smiling. He looks me in the eyes, before kissing me.

He puts his hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to him. Before his hands were sat on my waist. He kisses me deeply, until I felt his tongue enter my mouth.

I felt a loving feeling, I tug at the end pieces of his hair. Hearing him moan, against my lips. I smile, knowing I caused that. He pulls away, breathless.

We were both heavily breathing, our foreheads leaning against each others.

I open my eyes, his eyes still closed shut. "I just- lov- you're perfect." He stutters, making me think what he wanted to say.

"Bye, Camila." He whispers, before pulling away from me. I nod,"Bye, Harry." I reply, before walking into my apartment.