First Love Connection

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I pulled away when we were done having "sex." I couldn't believe it. I'm getting to know Harry, and already we took it to the next level. I hope my father wouldn't be home when Harry is here, and he might find out that I had sex. What would he say to that? What could the lie be about that? I took that thought out of my mind. It was too dirty, and how can you lie about having sex? Say you didn't have sex. And if my father believes that then that would be amazing. But there's like not even a 50 chance that my father would not believe that I had sex. It's more like 5. No 0. 

I looked at Harry, and he put his hands on my shoulders. He rubbed my shoulders, and I sighed. He looked at me, and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so sweet, and beautiful. I heard a door open, and then close. Oh no. I thought. It's probably my father. Then I hear some guy's voices and they were British, but one was Irish. What is One Direction doing in my house? That should be good news for me. But It was more bad news. 

Harry heard the noises as well. He knew that it was his friends out there, and one of the people was my father. I hope my father wasn't going to come check on me. If he did he would find Harry was on my bed. I heard footsteps walking up the stairs. No it wasn't just one. It felt like four. The people that I were hearing, opened up the door, and Louis excitedly jumped onto the bed, attacking Harry.

I giggled, and I saw Liam, Niall, and Zayn. I said hello to them, and they hugged me. Why? They don't even know me.

"Hazza!"

"Boo Bear!" Harry and Louis said to each other. It was so sweet. I know they love each other.

"You guys are so cute," I told them, as Liam, Niall, and Zayn got on the bed with us.

"What were you guys even doing up here?" Liam asked, looking at me.

"We went on a date and then came back to her house," Harry answered, and kissing me on the cheek.

"Does your father know about it?" Liam asked, looking concerned. No, he doesn't. I didn't want to say that.

"Um..." I trailed off, but I looked guilty.

"No?" Liam asked.

"Yes, he doesn't know. I lied about going on the date!" I said it pretty loudly, and Harry looked at me. Was he angry?

"You lied?" Harry said, shaking his head. He looked disappointed.

"I had to. I know he wouldn't want me to go," I told him, sadly.

"I don't think I can date you if you're just going to lie," Harry says, and he hops off the bed.

"No, Hazza, I just..." Tears was filling my eyes, and I wanted to cry, but I couldn't do it in front of Harry, or anyone of them.

"I can't do this anymore. You need to be honest with your father. If you tell him and he says you can't go, then that's better than not telling him," Harry told me, and he looked at me. I started to cry, and Liam comforted me.

"Nice going Hazza!" Louis snapped, and hit Harry in the balls. That made me giggle, but I was still upset.

"I'm sorry Rose. I just can't..." Was that the last time I was going to see him? Harry walked out of the room, leaving me with four handsome boys.