Pretending. [H. S.]

Chapter Nineteen

Rose's POV

"So, this is it...", Harry mutters nervously as he takes a small key out of his bag.

We've driven the past three hours to get to the lake, and even though I should be feeling at least a little tired, I don't. Being here, at the lake, reminds me of the last time I've been here... With Josie and Liv.

I try to ignore the feelings that well up in me, not wanting to ruin this weekend for us.

We're standing in front of a small, wooden house, rose bushes growing on both sides of the pebble stone walk to the front door that somehow reminds me of our house back in Atlanta, and only the moonlight lights it up. It's beautiful, like a fairytale, and located right at the lake, only a few feet away from the beach.

"You rented this home for us?", I ask surprised.

He bites his lip. "Y-yeah, I thought you'd... I thought you would like it", he says.

"I love it", I smile, "but why... Why?" Why would you spend so much money on this? What's so important that a tent wouldn't have been enough?

Harry blushes next to me and avoids my look. "Close your eyes", he says.

I do. My heart beat picks up a faster pace.

Harry puts both of his large, soft hands onto my waist and leads me into the small house.

"Okay", he whispers. "Open your eyes."

In front of me, there's a bed - not the biggest, but big enough for both of us - only lit up by the dim light of candles on the small tables on each side of it. The blossoms of roses are spread out all over the bed.

I smile in awe, completely surprised by the decoration and the amount of butterflies in my stomach.

"Do you like it?", he asks nervously.

"Absolutely", I breathe, still a little speechless, and turn around to peck him on the lips and lay my arms around his neck softly.

"You know I said I wanted this to be special", he says with a happy grin plastered to his lips.

"Thank you", I whisper.

He kisses me softly. "So, um...", he stutters, twirling my hair around his finger.

"I don't wanna ruin the nice decoration on the bed though, so...", I say, acting as if I was serious.

His eyes widen in horror. "I haven't thought about that -"

I laugh. "I'm kidding, Harry."

His cheeks turn crimson red and he groans. "That was mean. Very, very mean, you shouldn't be doing that to me..." He grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, pushing me up against the door frame.

"You'll regret that", he threatens chuckling, then connects his lips with mine and runs his tongue over my lower lip to ask for permission.

"We'll see who's gonna be the one to regret this", I giggle.

"Then just you wait", he grins. Then the nervosity is back in his eyes. "Are you sure of this?"

"One thousand percent", I say. "Are you?"

"Not at all." A sly grin on his lips, he kisses me again, heavier now and passionately, soft at first but rougher with every second.

I moan into the kiss, making him grab onto my thighs harder and push me back into the wall. His lips trace down the lines of my jaw and my neck. I pull his hair softly, making him groan. I feel him harden against my crotch.