The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 48

I put on a pretty gray blouse that had a bow on the front of it, and some dark blue skinny jeans. I was going to go with my boots but Harry said, quite comfortable. So I pulled out my white Adidas. This was comfortable and it wasn't too much. I put some light makeup on, something to make my eyes pop.

I walked downstairs, to only catch my mom looking at me. "Don't you look pretty."

"Thanks," I blush.

"Where are you heading?" She ask, curiously.

"Harry and I are going out tonight," I assure her, "I've studied and we had no homework today." I knew she would ask, and my dad would want to know too.

"I'm really liking this Harry guy." She smiled and then I heard a horn outside and that was my cue. "But Sarah, I do think we need to have a talk," she catches me, and I sigh, turning to face her.  "I understand that you haven't had a boyfriend yet, and times do come, and in what I don't expect you to do this very moment, but when the perfect moment come, like your honeymoon I suppose," she frolics her arms. "You have to be safe and careful, and make sure it's with the right person." She nods.

"I know, I love you, mom." I chuckle, I walk over to her and give her a comforting hug, because I knew it would be a awkward topic for her as it was for me. "and thank you." 

"I love you too, honey." She whispers, lovingly, and kisses my cheek.

You could hear Harry's Camero rolling in, the car sounded like a black panther, with a low purr.
I walk out the door, and to his car, he steps out his car, to greet me.

"You look gorgeous," he naturally spoke, his face blank. "You ready?"

"Yes, thank you." I send him a warm smile as he walks ke to the passenger seat door.

he had a grey beanie that was snug on his head, he also had on a light grey shirt, and black jeans. The beanie on his head made him look even sexier, in a bad boy type of way. They made his eyes pop, and look a tint lighter.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Well, it's kind of a surprise," he smirks breaking eye contact with me before opening the car door for me.

"Okay," I say, kind of confused, because I wasn't expecting a surprise.

Looking down at the black blind fold that he held loosely in his hand.

"You have to put this on whenever I say we are close," he winks at me.

"Okay." I say again, more excited because I loved surprises.

He closes the car door once I was in and in my seatbelt, and goes to the driver side. He pulls his stick shift back, and pulls out the driveway.

We have been riding for a while now, before he tells me to put the blindfold on, I grab the silk black blindfold on.

Soon he had decreased his speed, making turns and driving on a few speed bumps, he finally out the car in park, and turned it off.

"We are here." Harry's voice rasp in my ear, I see nothing, but pitch black.

As I was removing my seatbelt, I hear him step out the car and walk to my side, opening my door.

"Can I take it off now?" I giggle, and couldn't help but to smile.

"No." He says, grabbing my hand in his.

Harry entwines our fingers we we begin to walk, "just let me lead." He says.

He stays slightly in front of me. I could feel the winds slight breeze as he lead me upstairs. A staircase to what? I did not know.

He stopped and opened a door, I hears a loud click, that echoed across a huge ample area. I stepped inside after him. It was a little colder than it was outside. We had continued to walk, but this time it was a little slower, he stopped quickly again, removing my hand from his. His hands were placed around my waist, firmly to pick me up, and left me over something like a ledge.

"Okay." He breathes. "You can take it off now." He voice echoed.

I slowly removed the blindfold, opening my eyes, and what I saw was very surprising. We had jumped over a ledge into a ice rank bank. I look around, the lights above us were on, and the stadium around us was empty, it was only us two.

Harry bends down, and picks up a pair of ice skates.

"I'm speechless, Harry." I croak, I realized I was going to cry, because it was something I really missed, "I'm going to cry," I chuckle and sniffle.

"Don't cry. I'm sorry, we can go somewhere else. I just thou-"

"it's perfect." I squealed. Wrapping my arms around him hugging him. "Thank you so much."

He smiles, "you're welcome," and hands me the pair of skates he picked up. "I believe these are for you.

"A size 7?" I asked, He nods his head.

We sat on the bench and he pulled out his pair of skates too .

I stood up wobbling a little trying to get the feel of the shoes. Waiting for Harry to put his on.

He had finished and then stood up. "Ready?" He said.

"Have you ever went ice skating before." I listened to my voice as it echoed when we got closer to the arena.

"How hard can it be." He laughed, I guess not.

I was the first one to step on the ice. The breeze was just so lovely of cold. I look back at Harry who was stepping on the ice. When he was on, his legs were shaky.

"I'll help you," I chuckle.

He slowly took a step. I couldn't stop from smiling. He was stomping taking small steps, "You're supposed to be skating. Harry." I giggled.

beginning to skate in circles around him, and as he continued to stop on the ice.

"I can't, " he said, keeping his eyes down on the ice.

"All you have to do is glide and slide," i smile, I missed gliding on the ice. "Are you afraid?"

"No!" He said, trying to attempt glide on the ice but fell, on his bum.

I couldn't help but to bust out laughing. He looks up at me and tilts his head to one side.

"help me up please" he rolled his eyes, I grabbed his hands and pulled him up. He started to flay his arms everywhere before he got in control of his balance.

"Take it slow," I spoke before grabbed his hands. His hands gripped tightly on mine, as I began to skate backward. "keep calm, and don't rush." I said in a gentle voice looking down at his unsure feet.

"I think you're ready to go a bit faster now," I said pushing to go faster. He had finally lost his balance falling, dragging me down with him. He let out a laugh. It was the most beautiful laugh you could ever hear. I laughed with him.

I lay next to him and just watch him of how beautiful of a person he looked like. He has soon looked down at me. I was blushing slightly again.

"Thanks for taking me here," I said softly. "I'm having so much fun."

"Me too, with you." He said, his eyes scanning my face as he always does.

"This means a lot," I smile at him. "You really remembered I said that I liked ice skating, and you gave it a try, for me?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes taking in my expression, we both study each other's eyes. After everything with him so far, I still craving more.

"You're not just saying that?"

"I only responded the way I did before, I want to be the one to ask."

"Yes." I confirmed.

He smiles, caressing my cheek with his large hand, I close my eyes taking in his warm hand. Then felt his warm lips against mine, and for first time, I actually felt whole. This was definatily something to remember.