Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

After the kiss, we pulled away and I looked at Harry, smiling. I couldn't believe this! I was talking to him for like a minute or two and already we kissed! What would my father think? He probably would be angry at us, but why would you blame him? Nobody kisses like that quickly when you first met a person, but to me I felt like I already knew him.

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed, but not so loud so my dad would hear. Harry covered my mouth, and replied: "Shush. We weren't want your dad to know that we kissed. Now shall we?" I nodded. He probably wouldn't like it.

"I'm sorry Hazza. We just kissed and-" Harry interrupted me, and he was touching my hair, and putting a piece of it behind my ears. He was so beautiful, and my friends would never believe this.

"Have you had other relationships like this?" He asked me, looking at my face, and I frown. No I really haven't. He really was my first relationship, even first kiss.

"You were my first everything." I was scared of saying that at first. He probably thought I was a master at this, but really I didn't know anything.

"Are you serious? I was your first kiss?" Harry was shocked. He knew I was beautiful and thought I would have other relationships, but my father was too overprotective over boys.

"Yes, I know. My father is just overprotective over boys so I never got asked out by one or if someone did ask me out, he had to check it out first," I say. I was pretty disappointed about that. My father ruins all of my dates, and what not, but if he ruins this one, I'll cry forever.

"There has to be someone who is. He doesn't want you to get hurt?" He smiles, and he holds my hand, gently, and his hands felt soft.

"He's scared that I would get hurt. He knows that there's boys out there that just want things... not the girl, just you know." Sex. I would think he would know what I was thinking about.

"Sex, right?" He asked. I would think he already knew about it, and he probably already experienced it many times.

"Yep." I nodded, and I held onto his hand. Nobody, even my father would believe this moment.

"Your father might not accept this relationship," Harry says, sighing, and I could notice a change in his face. He was right. My father said, "Don't get too comfortable" and we already kissed.

"You are damn right. Sorry about my language. My father doesn't let me curse, but do it anyways," I giggled, and Harry laughed with me.

"No problem. I curse myself."

"Would we have to sneak this relationship?" I asked him. My father probably would never accept this, ever.

"Yeah, well, sadly. Do you want to go on a date?" Harry finally said. I was waiting for him to ask me out. I don't know why, but I was waiting. The boy of my dreams asked me out!

"Yes! Yes!" I hugged him, and I fell onto him. "Does this look wrong..." Harry interrupted me, and we kissed.

We pulled away and I noticed my father was standing there, crossing his arms, and he looked angry. Oh no. I thought. I hope he didn't hear and see any of this.

"Rose," He had a tone to his voice, and I knew what he was saying.

"What?" I replied. Please don't say what I think you're going to say!

"Harry has to go now. I just got a call," He says, and Harry looks at me. At least that isn't so bad, but I didn't want him to leave.

"Sorry Rose," My father says,"Say goodbye." My father left us, and I looked at him. How could I say goodbye to him? I just couldn't. I couldn't let him go.

"Rose, here's my number." Harry pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, and he wrote down his number. He gave it to me, and I looked at it. All digits. I thought. "Bye Rose. I'll see you on our date. Oh, and it's on Friday, I'll pick you up at 7. Just lie to your father." He told me, and I nodded. 

He kissed me goodbye, and he walked over to the door. He opened it up, waved goodbye, and he was then on his way.

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