"I feel like a different person," I blurt to Harry, his hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine.
"What do you mean?" he asks, my eyes closing as the wind blows through the window.
"I feel like...I don't feel outgoing anymore. I feel like I need to change," I say, his hand tightening.
"Change? Claire Bear, you don't need-" but I cut him off.
"I can't be a bitch and a whore like what I was. You're making me realize that," I say, his head turning and glancing at me.
"Claire, I like who you are," he says, looking back at the road, but I feel my heart clench.
"What if I don't?" I realize, becoming so irritated at how I've been. Nothing changed when I was acting that way, in fact, it only got worse. If I become a better, nicer person, perhaps I'll become something in the world. I've been going nowhere for so long, but now I feel like I could.
"No, please don't say that. The first thing you need to do is love yourself and who you are. Don't change," he says, my eyes looking at him.
"I want to be a good girl, Harry. I'm sick of being this...bad girl. All the shit clothes and the revealing stuff...I'm better than this. And you made me realize that," I say, his head quickly turning to look at me. I continue as he turns his head to the road.
"You helping me a few nights ago, it made me so attentive and I was vulnerable when I hate that. But you didn't care and I understand that it's okay to be myself with you."
He brushes his thumb against my knuckles and I look at the action, comforted by such a small thing.
"I don't want you to change too much, Claire Bear. I quite like our secret little rendezvous," he smiles, making me laugh. I lean my head onto his shoulder as he continues to drive and I kiss over his hand, his warm fingers still holding mine.
He pulls up to his house and we get out of his car, his body rushing to my side and wrapping his arm around me.
"Imma treat you real nice right now. You want me to show you?" he asks, making my heart pound.
"You gonna make me feel good, Tarzan?" I whisper, his lips touching mine as I talk. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and I laugh, a kiss shared before we go up to his room.
My fingers fist his shorter hair as we tangle in the sheets, his bare body on top of me. I'm held in his arms and I feel myself on a high with him.
We have sex until it's dark and Harry whispers he wants to go in the water as I brush my teeth, our naked bodies still pressed together even as we stand in the bathroom. We trust each other, accepting our naked-selves.
"Clothes?" I whisper, his lips kissing the excess toothpaste off my lips.
"Up to you," he whispers, my hand holding his cheek.
I wrap a towel around me and he wraps one around his waist, the two of us walking down the pier. He tosses the towel and jumps in, my eyes looking down at him. He watches as I drop the towel and he catches me as I jump, his hands keeping me close.
"I only have a month and a half here," I tell him, tracing his lips with my thumb.
"You do know I'm going to convince you to stay here with me," he says seriously, my head leaning closer to his.
"Why's that?" I wonder, his hands feeling over my bare back.
"I want to be honest with you, but I'm afraid it'll give you a reason to run," he says, my eyebrows frowning.
"You can. Please, don't worry about me running," I say, knowing I'm fully committed to him.
He sighs and I kiss the tip of his nose, his eyes looking into mine.
"Claire, you know how long I've liked you," he says, my head nodding. "And because of that, my feelings for you just keep getting stronger."
I hum, my lips pressing around his face. There is something about Harry that makes him deserve the best treatment. I'm so ridiculously smitten by him that I'm growing concerned that what I feel is stronger than what I have assumed.
"And what I feel...Claire, I think I'm falling for you," he tells me, my hand holding the back of his neck. No one has ever spoken this way to me before. I've never felt those feelings for anyone and now I don't fear what I once did. I don't fear commitment and I certainly don't fear anything with Harry.
My fingers wind into his hair and he lifts his head, pressing his lips to mine.
"Love me," I whisper, his hand holding me close as he keeps kissing me. My vulnerability grows with him and my walls crash down in this moment. I wrap my legs around him, clinging onto him as if he were the only thing keeping me stable.
"I'll do anything for you, Claire. I fell way too hard," he whispers, my hands holding his cheeks as he continues to kiss me.
He takes me to the sand and wraps a towel around himself before tugging one on me.
"I refuse to let you go," he whispers, grabbing my hands and pulling them to his chest. "I can't think about you not being here with me."
"I don't ever want to leave you," I say, his lips pecking mine.
"Run away with me," he says, my eyes looking up into his.
"I'll lock up the house and we get in my car and go. Run away with me. Be with me," he says, my heart racing. But I nod, parting with a kiss before running into my dad's house to pack my stuff.
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FanfictionClaire hasn't stayed with her father since her parents' divorce. She never wanted to see him again but her attitude and misbehavior was too much for her mother to handle, so Claire's only option is to spend the summer with her father as punishment...