The Coffee Shop • h.s

Chapter 18

Belle

As the months were going by, Harry and I keep growing closer to each other, so close to the point where we needed each other every moment of our life.

Jack called me and he said he wanted to meet up, he was finally ready to plan out his perfect proposal. I felt really happy that I was helping him, it made me feel special. He said to meet at the Lakeside Park, so I was making my way there.

I stopped by the coffee shop to get coffee for the both of us, since Jack was off work today. I can't seem to function without coffee. I don't think have ever gone a day without coffee, I will become a monster of I don't have a cup, even if it's a sip.

I pulled into a parking lot and grabbed the coffee and my phone, spotting Jack sitting on the grass, his camera in his hands.

He heard my footsteps and turned around, smiling and putting away his camera, "Hey."

I sat down on the grass and handed him his coffee, "Hey, Jack."

He took in a deep breath and I chuckled, "Are you nervous?"

"More than nervous. I don't even know where to start." He said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Have you picked the ring?" I drank my coffee.

"No, you wanna come with me to get it?"

I smiled, "Yes I would love to."

My phone started vibrating and I looked to see Harry calling me.

"Give me a minute." I said as Jack nodded. I slide my finger across the phone, "Hello?"

"Belle!" Harry yelled into the phone.

"Yes, Harry?" I laughed.

"Come over at my house, nobody is home, I feel restless without you." My heart melted, but I couldn't leave Jack alone. I promised to help him out.

"I don't think I can make it there yet." I said.

After a slight pause, he spoke up, "Why?"

"I'm with Jack, it's something important."

Now there was a long pause. I think I made him mad. Then I said, "Can I come by later?"

"Y-Yea, take-take your time, love." He stuttered, then hung up. I narrowed my eyebrows, he shouldn't be mad about it.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I put my phone down, "Nothing."

Hopefully it's nothing.

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After hours of planning, I made it at Harry's house, and I nervously knocked on the door. I heard footsteps and just as Harry opened the door, he pushed me inside, and kissed me hard. I smiled into the kiss, and then he pulled away, hugging me tightly.

"I missed you."

He was melting my heart. I chuckled, "Me too."

He pulled away from the hug and looked into my eyes, "Why were you with Jack?"

Jack told me to keep it a secret. I couldn't tell anybody. I promised. "I-uh was helping him and his girlfriend clean their car."

What a lame excuse.

His eyebrows furrowed and then he laughed, "Okay, well you're here, that's all that matters."

Since Anne was at Harry's uncle's house, and Gemma stayed at her boyfriends place, Harry and I had time to ourselves. We were in his his room lying on the bed, talking and letting things out. I still hadn't told Harry that he was my first kiss. My very first. I felt good that he was my first.

"Harry."

"Mhm?" He nuzzled into my shoulder and lightly gave it a peck.

"You were my first kiss. Did you know that?"

He got up on his elbow and looked down at me, "Really, love?"

I nodded, and reached up to his soft lips, "I'm glad you are my first." I whispered against them, then sealed the space between us.

"I'm honored to be your first."

It's good to know that Harry is my first boyfriend. I don't ever want anything more than him. He is enough for me.
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Harry and I were in the park, I sat in his lap, drawing the view in front of me. He was humming a soft tune in my ear, soothing me.

"Harry?"

He stopped humming, "Yes, love?"

"I miss my mom."

There was a festival every year in town, where we thank our parents. One day, it was the mom, the other day, it was the dad. I never participated, since I had no one to thank.

"I know. It's alright, though. She's in a much better place now, and I'm sure she's looking down at you and smiling at how strong and beautiful you are." He said, playing with my hair.

"I want to thank somebody. I see all the others giving cards, and roses to their mothers and it just hurts because I don't have anyone to give that to."

He stayed silent for a moment, then said, "I know who you can thank."

My eyebrows narrowed, and I turned to face him. "Who?"

"My mum. She loves you, and she's going to love it if you give her something."

"Thank you, Harry."

"Anything for you, babe. Now, what did your mum look like?"

I always had a picture of Mom and Dad with me, to keep in mind that they were always with me. I pulled out an old photo of mother, sitting on the floor with a cup of coffee, and a book.

"Wow, she looks just like you." He said, gently taking the photo from my hands.

I smiled, "Yea, I get that a lot."

"She's beautiful, just like you."

I blushed. My face literally turned beet red.

I'm in love with this boy, because he's always there when I need someone.

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Just a filler! Wanna guess who that is in the picture?
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