I wake up at quarter past nine. I don't even remember when I fell asleep and Harry. Where's Harry? I get up and go downstairs, he's not on the couch, I go upstairs to the empty bedroom at the end of the corridor, just to see an empty bed. Did he go? Maybe when my aunt arrived I was already sleeping and he went home. I would call him, but I don't even have his phone number. To think about him makes me remember everything that happened yesterday. We kissed, but I don't really understand what happened. I go downstairs to make some coffee and try to think about this.
I saw him with a t-shirt on and saw he had tattoos. I began touching his tattooed skin. I was just curious. He seemed to like me touching his skin and I ended up touching the fern leaves at the end of his torso, then he begged me to kiss him. The situation was kind of intimate, he looked so attractive and he was begging me to kiss him! I didn't exactly know what to do and I kissed him. I don't understand it. I kissed Harry, but Harry asked for it. Did it feel good? Of course it did, it felt so good. We actually kissed twice, he begged for it both times.
I better not overthink or I'll end up thinking about things I surely don't want to think about.
I remember we're meeting at ten at the café. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's half past nine already. I quickly go upstairs to take a shower. I dry my hair and get dressed. I put some makeup on and pour some perfume behind my ears and on my wrists. I brush my hair and put it in a messy bun. I check my look on the mirror, decent enough. It's five to ten, so I take my phone, my wallet and some extra money, just in case. I go downstairs and then outside. The weather is not as cold as I thought it would be. I run as fast as I can, trying not to fall off.
I arrive to the café at five past ten. Harry's not here yet. I decide to wait and look at the road in case I see his car.
It's quarter past nine and he doesn't come. I decide to go back home. Where is he? Why did he left me alone? It's cold outside and I can't open the café because we close during the weekend. I go back home upset and see Harry waiting at the door.
- Harry!- I say.
- Eleanor, where were you?
- I thought you said we'd met at the café?
- Well I came here so you didn't have to walk much, I have my car here.
- What time did you arrive?
- Ten o'clock. What time did you leave?
- Five to ten...
- Well, now that I know you're here...get in the car.
- Where are we going first?
- Portobello Road.- He smiles. Before getting in the car he takes my hand and pulls me into a kiss. I knew this had to be real and not a dream. His tongue makes his own way to mine and I feel warmer now. His lips are so soft, yet a little dry and cold, but the mixture feels incredible.- Now get in the car.- He says and I sit on the front seat. I put my seat belt on and he drives out of Bloomsbury Street. We pass the British Museum and go through the Park Square West. This is a truly beautiful city, I can't even imagine what I've been missing about this place.- We're almost there.
- I know I don't know much about the city, but, what's your favorite place in London?
- Good question... I like Oxford Street, I like Covent Garden... we can say I like the whole city.- I smile as I look out the window.
- I'm hungry...- I groan and he puts his hand on my belly. His touch is warm. He slides his hand down my belly to my leg, I get goosebumps for his touch and he smirks when he notices.
- I'm only touching your leg.- He says while smiling.
- Yes, but you almost touched me...there.- He smirks again, parks and we both get out of the car. He puts his arm around my shoulders and comes closer whispering in my ear.

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Fanfiction"She never looked nice, she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something - Eleanor & Park."