Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 26 - How many?

Chapter 26 – How many?

The lads haven’t stopped calling me since Harry and I got together. They really want me to come and see them before they leave. I wasn’t exactly avoiding them, I just didn’t really want to be asked about me and Harry. I just wanted to hang out with them the way we used to, and I knew that was never going to happen. They could be such girls at times. I would always say that I had an assignment due for uni, or I had work, or i was just tired from work or uni and I didn’t feel like hanging out.

Harry knew I was avoiding the lads, so he thought that if I wasn’t going to go to them, then he would bring them to me. So in about 15 minutes, all 5 of them – well I hope it is just the 5 of them and not the whole bloody crew – will be over and I am still in my room procrastinating about getting ready. And you know what, I don’t think they will. If they want to come over and intrude on my house, then I will dress how I like. Pyjamas it is!

I made my way down to the lounge room with my phone and laptop, just in case I needed a distraction whilst they were here. Just as I was about to sit down the doorbell rang. I didn’t even bother answering the door, I knew it was them. I sat on the couch and opened my laptop up.

“The doors open dickheads!” I yelled from my seat. I placed my legs up on the sofa getting comfortable, knowing there are only 2 single sofas left, and no one was sitting on the sofa but me, and maybe Harry, just maybe.

“Well someone clearly knows how to greet their guests.” Louis rolls his eyes whilst walking into the room.

“Yeah and knows how to dress as well.” Zayn pipes in.

“Yeah well you didn’t say I had to get dressed, you said we were gonna watch movies, and this is what I wear when I watch movies. You lot coulda worn your P.J.’s too ya know…” I didn’t even look up from my laptop. I was scrolling through Facebook looking at everyone’s statuses.

“Harry said we had to get dressed. I would have happily worn my P.J.’s if he would have let me!” Niall pouts slumping into one of the single sofas, the other being occupied by Zayn and Louis on the arm rest.

“Hey love, how are you?” Harry asked leaning down and kissing the top of my head before walking around to the front of the sofa, lifting up my feet and placing them on top of his lap.

“I would be much better if I was still in bed but whatever.” Harry chuckled and shook his head. He knows I wasn’t kidding and I would happily still be asleep even though it was 12pm.

I closed my laptop lid and thought I would focus more on the conversations the lads were having. Zayn and Louis were bickering about sharing the couch, Liam and Niall were discussing the American tour and what they wanted to do whilst they were there. Then there was Harry, he wasn’t doing anything besides looking at the blank T.V. deep in thought. I knew what was wrong, it was hard to bring it up in front of the other lads though, because if he was mad, it wouldn’t be a great way to show them that we are truly good for one another. I took my feet off of Harry’s lap and pushed myself closer to him, he looked at me and then back at the T.V.

“I know you’re upset that I have been avoiding hanging out with the lads. I just didn’t want to be interrogated. I thought that our relationship would change and we all wouldn’t be as good friends as we were before, I guess I was just scared, and it wasn’t fair. I’m sorry.” I whispered the utter truth, looking straight into the corner of his eye, making sure that if he turned around, our eye would have to meet.

“I know why you did it. I was scared to. But you didn’t just avoid them, you avoided me. Cas I care about you, I love you, I told you that, I just thought that even if you weren’t ready to hang with them, you would still want to be seen out in public with me…” His eyes never left the T.V. screen. I could see the sadness and hurt in his features though. How his jaw would drop just a tad, his eyebrows would be low, and the crinkles by his eyes were no were to be found. “I guess I’m just scared. Scared of us. Scared of what people will think. Scared of what people will say about me. I’m just scared Harry.” He finally turns to look at me, his face softens as I tell him this. It’s as if he feels the same way, as if my fears are his as well.

“I’m scared too. But I know what I want, and that’s you. Yes people will judge us, and unfortunately they will judge you, but we can push past that. We can beat the odds, because our love is stronger than their bitterness.” I smiled at my boyfriend. The boy that I should have been with over 9 months ago. The boy I have loved for 9 months. I knew he was right, I knew we could beat anything as long as we wanted to.

“You’re right. I love you H.”

I love you too C.” He pecked my lips before we turned to the lads. They were still deep in conversation clearly oblivious to our conversation.

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Several movies later the lads decided to head home. Harry stayed however, deciding that it was time we went out on our first date. He said he had booked reservations at a lovely restaurant near my house. I quickly had a shower and got changed, before we headed out the door and into my car. Harry decided, even though it was my car, that he would drive because he wanted it to be like a proper first date – even though I would be dropping him off at his house afterwards.

We arrived at the small restaurant; it was quaint and looked family owned. Harry opened my door and helped me out of the car, before escorting me to the front desk and then to our table. We sat and decided on what we wanted, chatting away to each other about various things, most involving getting to know each other better, just random little things about each other that the other one won’t know.

We ate and talked freely for the entire dinner, no moment going without one of us saying something. It was all going perfectly until someone recognised Harry. He didn’t have a ‘disguise’ on, and it was quite obvious it was him, however I was the main subject and why I was with him. People, mainly fangirls, came up to Harry asking for a photo or an autograph which, after asking me if it was ok, he happily did. That was until someone who we weren’t expecting to show up at our date.

“Harry is this your new girl? Is she this week’s hottest pick? How long until you are going to break up with her? What happened to the other countless women you have been with? Was she one of those one nighter’s that you thought you would double back too?”

I looked up at Harry, shock all over my face. Sure I knew he had been with countless number’s of women, but for someone to ask that in front of his date, scratch that, for someone to ask that to his face, was beyond me. I looked up at me trying to apologize to me. To be honest he had nothing to apologize for, it wasn’t his fault, it was the reporter’s fault. Harry then got up out of his chair, placed some money on the table which would have been way more than the meal and the tip would have been, grabbed my hand and we walked out of the restaurant. Once we were in the car, I couldn’t help but ask.

“How many?” He looked at me, as if asking me not to ask him, as if he was ashamed of the number.

“Please don’t ask me that Cas, it’s not important, it’s in the past, it doesn’t matter.”

“Harry, it may not matter, I just want to know that what I read and hear is true or false. I don’t care, it doesn’t bother me at all. I know what we have is real but I just don’t want to defend you if what they say is true.” He ruffles his hair with one of his hands and sighs.

“A lot. Yes, some of the stuff they say is true. But I’m not some manwhore or anything. I do respect girl’s, and I don’t take advantage of them. If they want it, and they are in their right mind to make that decision, then I will. But if they are completely wasted, then I don’t. I get problems when I help girl’s from clubs get in cabs and make sure they get home safely. I may have 2 or 3 extremely drunk girl’s on my shoulder and people start to assume something went on, when the fact is, I just hailed them a cab.”

I took his hand that was resting on the gear stick and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He looked up at me and I smiled at him. I’m glad he told me that, because I know he is telling me the truth, he isn’t lying, they just get the wrong idea.

“Thank-you Harry.” He smiles at me, and I know he is glad I believe him. he is a good guy, of course he would help drunk people get home safely, that’s the kind of person he is.

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