When there was no space between us, I slowly slid my hands to her waist and met her lips on mine. One word; sparks! It was amazing, she started to kiss back and put her arms in my neck. I brought her closer and tried to ask for access to her mouth, but she declined. She broke the kiss soon after that and we were both breathily heavily.
" sorry..." She said.
" sorry?" I questioned. she looked into my eyes again, for she had lowered her head after we broke apart. " that was amazing..." I said quietly.
" really?" She whispered. " it was for me too." She smiled.
" Natalie?"
" y-yes Harry?"
" will you be my girlfriend?"
" depends..." She aid slyly.
" on what?"
" will you be my boyfriend?"
" of course."
Epilogue
We did go on the date it was amazing. We dated for 8 months but being the boy that I am I ended up cheating on her with some other chick. I don't know why I did but I did. She hated me, we never talked like we used to at the bakery. She did her job I did mine.
As you know a year later I surprised her at her house and confessed that I was sorry and that I loved her to death. She was the only one I wanted and I was lost without her. Instead of jumping in my arms like I wanted her to, she left the room and locked herself in her room. I went home crying and screaming and cursing myself. I decided that if she didn't want me then London was filled with too much memories. I packed up and was ready to leave in the morning. I fell asleep crying.
In the morning I answered the door to Natalie and I felt the pain all over. She apologized and explained why she ran away to her room. But I wasn't hearing it.
As much as I wanted to kiss her and make it all better. To start over and forgive...I couldn't.
It was like she cheated on my instead of vice versa. I'm actually surprised she came to the door the next morning since I did hurt her. Badly.
I left to the airport and as I was boarding the plane I regretted my decision. I wish I stayed but what was done is done, the plane was already taking off towards Doncaster... WAIT WHAT?
" ma'am?" I asked the woman beside me.
" yes?"
" what flight is this?"
" flight 267...to Doncaster... Why?"
" I'm on the wrong flight!" I exclaimed. But by the time I figured that out....we were already in the air.
I landed in Doncaster a couple hours later. I was freaking out! I had no way to get home... No car, no more money for a plane ticket...nothing. I was pacing in the bathroom, hoping to get and idea.
" excuse me?" A boy about my age asked me. I stopped pacing and looked at him.
" yes?" I asked
" are you okay?"
" uh..not really..."
" what's the matter?"
I explained to him that I was stranded here because I got in the wrong flight. Then I realized that I wasn't on the wrong flight but I bought the wrong ticket. The boy laughed and me and I joined in. He told me that he lived here and that he could drive me where I needed to go.
" um.. Cheshire..." I told him, hoping he was willing.
" wow you really screwed up." He told me. I nodded, embarrassed. " but I'll still take you."
" really? Thanks!" I said and he led me to his car.
We started driving towards Cheshire and we talked along the way.
" so what are you doing in Cheshire?" He asked.
" it's my home." I explained plainly. Leaving out the part about London was kinda a sore spot.
" nice. I live in the city with my mum, and 4 sisters. Fizzy, Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe."
" wow. Sounds like a handful.." I mused
" yeah but I love em..."
Soon we were in Cheshire and I told him the address. He parked infront of my house and I got out of the car.
" bye..." He said trying to remember my name.
" Harry." I told him.
" Louis." He told me.
"Thanks. I'll see you later..."
" yeah." I said then closed the door to the car, retrieved my luggage and walked up the path to my front door.
" mom! I'm home!"
