The New Girl

Chapter 50 - Secret Lunch

Aurora Jones.

"Come on, Aurora. You see Harry with Daisy all over him and you're not even the least bit upset, that's got to mean something happened between you two. Right?" Sabrina whispered, as I continued to take notes like the good student I am.

I rolled my eyes, "Instead of worrying about something you're overreacting about, you should catch up on notes." I smiled.

It's not that I didn't trust Sabrina, nothing like that at all, I just don't want to risk anyone else hearing me explain the whole thing that happened yesterday. Harry and I have just, recently, made up and accepted part of our feelings. If Daisy found out about us, she'd make our lives a living hell and I can't let that happen.

Sabrina scoffed, "Come on! This isn't fair! I'm one of your closest friends here, we should be telling each other everything!" She whined.

I held in a laugh, "Sabrina, I remember you telling me you were turning eighteen in a month not twelve." I teased.

Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest, "Just because I'm turning eighteen doesn't mean I get any less curious about stuff like this. Explain yourself!" She whispered a little louder than she was before.

She has no idea how much I want to tell her about my night with Harry. I know she'll automatically think we slept with each other and I can't wait to see the look on her face when I tell her all we did was talk. I feel so happy, I'm surprised my heart hasn't exploded from the excitement.

I shook my head, "Not now, but I will talk to you about it later." I smiled, before she finally gave in.

The rest of the day consisted of Sabrina and Louis constantly asking what happened between Harry and I. Even though I told both of them I'll tell them later, they can't seem to understand and continue to whine about it. According to Louis, Harry has been acting a little different than usual. He said, and I quote, "Harry doesn't look as miserable as he did when he's around Daisy."

At first, I thought everything he has said was a lie. That wasn't until I received a text from him, asking if I'd want to have a cute picnic at his "secret spot." I didn't even know Harry had a secret spot to eat at, unless it's the same spot he smoked at.

I began making my way towards the only spot I knew Harry called his secret spot, which was the spot he would smoke in. I couldn't see anyone until I got closer, I noticed Harry sitting on the grass with three boxes in front of him and some flowers in a vase.

"What's this?" I asked, as Harry turned to greet me with a smile.

"Baked goods given to me by some of my classmates, I thought I'd share them with you." He winked, as I sat beside him.

A regular girlfriend, if that's what I even am to Harry, would have gotten angry because girls gave him presents. I, on the other hand:

"These are delicious! They should bake you these more often!" I exclaimed, chewing happily.

Harry cocked a brow, "You're not mad?"

I chuckled, "What? For them giving you presents? So long as you share them with me, I'm happy." I nodded, looking at the sweets.

Harry laughed, causing me to turn to face him, "You always get so happy when you're around food, I should probably make our first date at be your favorite restaurant." He winked.

I took another bite of the brownie filled with chocolate chips and could feel my mouth practically having an orgasm. Whoever made these brownies has to teach me, they're beyond amazing.

"You've got a little chocolate on your cheek, little five year old." Harry chuckled.

Before I could even reach up to my face, Harry's face was inches away from mine and the feeling of something wet was felt on my cheek.

"Did you just lick me?" I gasped.

He nodded, "Of course, I like chocolate." Harry winked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"What are you? A dog?" I laughed, pushing him playfully.

Harry winked, "That's not the only thing I can do with my tongue."

I rolled my eyes, "Way to ruin a cute moment, you idiot." I laughed, pushing him away.

With everything that's happened between Harry and I, I never expected anything like this to happen. If it wasn't for Louis always keeping me near Harry and always helping me forgive him for the things he did, I probably would've moved on and avoided him for the rest of my life. I'll have to thank Louis for the things he did.

Harry scooted closer to me and sighed, "This is nice, we should do this again." He spoke, leaning his head onto my shoulder.

As much as I wanted to do this again, I didn't want to risk Daisy, or any of her little helpers, catching us. The last thing I need is Daisy breathing down my neck every day because she suspects something.

"As much as I would love that, I don't think we should do this sort of thing here. I just feel like someone will see us and Daisy will make our lives a living hell. I wouldn't want that for either of us." I mumbled.

Harry grabbed my hands in his, before giving me a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry our relationship has to be like this. I'll fix it, I promise. Soon, we won't have to worry about others seeing us. Just be a little patient with me, okay?" He asked, before turning to look into my eyes.

I've said this more than once, but I just can't not say it. His eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, especially when they're looking at me like that. I could see pure admiration in those beautiful green eyes of his and I've never felt more wanted.

I nodded, "I trust you, Harry, please don't make me regret it." I whispered, as his eyes looked down to my lips.

I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of mint hitting my nose. "I won't, I promise." He whispered, before crashing his lips with mine.

There was always something that sparked within me whenever Harry and I kissed. I can't explain it, it's just something I've never felt before. I could feel my whole body tingling as his lips enveloped mine once again.

Harry placed his hand on the side of my neck, his thumb on my cheek while his fingers hold my neck in place. The sensation of his lips feeling even better as the seconds go by. I wondered if he felt the same tingling feeling I did whenever we kissed. I would ask, but I don't think I'll be able to even say the words.

Harry, suddenly, grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him, "This brings back a very interesting memory." He smirked, before kissing me again.

I was straddling Harry as he kissed me. Something he told me I've done before, but can't remember. Harry began to kiss me harder, his hands traveling up and down my back and our breathing becoming heavy.

Harry, slowly, pulled away and smiled. "We should probably stop here, before it turns into something more." He smirked, before pecking my lips once more.

He sat up, while I still sat on top of him, and hugged me. "Thank you for being patient with me." He whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled, "Thank you for letting me in." I whispered back.