Chapter 4
*Jacquelyn's POV*
Harry pulled me along into the living room of his flat. It had a large flatscreen and a black leather couch. I sat down on the couch and sunk into it. AAAAHHH, this is nice. He left the room, but then quickly returned.
"I believe this is your favorite type of candy," Harry said, pulling a bag of cherry Twizzlers out from behind his back.
I was so happy. Any boy who gives me my favorite candy is a keeper!
"CHERRY TWIZZLERS?!? How did you know?" I exclaimed.
"I overheard you mention it to someone back when we were in middle school..."
"Well, thanks!" I said, ripping open the bag of Twizzlers and stuffing them into my mouth one by one.
"So, you want to watch a movie?" Harry asked.
"Sure, what movie?" I asked, my mouth still full of Twizzlers.
"Your choice," he said.
"Hmmmm....what about Love, Actually?" I said, hoping he'd agree.
"OF COURSE! That's my favorite movie! Love, Actually it is!"
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Towards the end of the movie, Harry started to put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Do you remember what I said to you before the first time we kissed?" he said in a hushed tone.
"You said that you wanted to be my last frist kiss....wait a second....was that song about me?" I questioned.
"Wow, you're smart AND pretty.", he happily sighed. A smile grew onto his face. "How about we pick up from where we left off?"
"Ok then, Harold," I said playfully, running my fingers through his curly hair, "let me be your last first kiss."
His face slowly moved in towards mine. Our lips locked. I could feel sparks flying with every moment our lips touched. I continued to ruffle his curly hair as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled away for a second.
"Want to take this upstairs?" Harry asked, smirking.
Not knowing what was going to happen, I answered with a subtle "Yes."
He yanked me by the arm and we ran up his wooden stairs and into what I assumed was his bedroom.
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Sparks contuniued to fly as we passionately kissed, lying on top of Harry's bed. He abruptly sat up, but we continued to kiss. His hands moved up my torso, and under my shirt. Just as he was about to unhook my pink lace bra, I grabbed his hands and threw them off of me.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, "Did I do something?"
"No," I started quietly, "it's just that....I'm not ready for this. I'm still a virgin, Harry."
He started to laugh. "Wait are you serious?" He exclaimed, "It's just that you are so hot, and I wouldn't be surprised if you were one to, ya know, sleep around."
"SLEEP AROUND? Harry, you don't understand, just becuase I am hot doesn't mean I'm a slut! You know, you think you can get any girl you come on to. Well, not this time. You are obviously not the boy I kissed in sixth grade, and you will never be."
I quickly made sure that my bra was rehooked, tears beginning to stream down my face. I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs.
"Wait, Jacquelyn, I'm sorry..." Harry tried to say.
"Save it. Have fun sleeping around, you man-whore." I said.
I opened the door and I ran. Now I was fully enveloped in my tears.
It was really dark, and all I could see was the eerie glow of a bus stop across the street. Being the goody-goody I am, I looked both ways and ran across the street. I walked over to the bench and sat down, waiting for the next bus to come. I buried my head in my hands and continued to cry.
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