Last First Kiss *HarryStyles*

Chapter 11.

*Harry’s POV*

“Well…” The beautiful girl that I can gladly call my girlfriend, sitting next to me on a pink bed in a pink bedroom says.

“Just tell me Delilah.” I say.

“Fine,” she gives in.

*Delilah’s POV*

“I’ve never liked my stepdad. And he is just using my mother, for her money. Honestly we aren’t rich, so why would he pick her? My birth dad is in New York, obviously a long trip away from San Francisco. But my parents broke up for immature reasons that could be fixed from a couple’s psychiatrist. Libby and I always talk about how if you’re having problems don’t get married, or especially don’t have a fucking baby!” I say all in one breathe. “It would make all my dreams come true if I could meet my father, for the last time I saw him I was six. My mother isn’t any help. She always defends Jonah like he’s some sick puppy lost in a big city with no shelter. I’m just sick of it.” I look down at Libby’s toms, them becoming the most interesting thing ever.

“Hey,” Harry takes his index finger and lifts my chin up so my eyes can meet his. “You have me. You’ll always have me to catch you when you fall. To spread you’re wings so you can fly. I’ll always be there for you. Forever and always, give or take.”

With tears brimming in my eyes, I grab his face in my hands and kiss him gently and softly. When I pull away I smile at him and he gives me the same reaction I have.

“I’m so glad you’re finally mine.” He tells me between kisses. “I want to take you out again tomorrow after school.”

“Anything for you.” I say.

“Now I would love to stay the night, but I really have to go before your mum finds me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight babe.” He kisses my forehead. I just watch him pretend to catch the kiss I just blew at him as he climbs out my bedroom window. I really feel like I’m rushing things, but I don’t want anything serious so happen. I want to stay a virgin till marriage for all the right reasons. After all I am only seventeen; and I don’t think I would be a supported teen mom.

I’m just going to change the subject, I tell myself. After minutes of boredom, I decide to just listen to some music. I press shuffle and Autumn Leaves, by Ed Sheeran plays.