Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part18

We continued chatting on the five-minute journey back to my house. When we got there, Stuart, being the perfect gentleman got out his car to open the door for me. We hugged and I was just about to go inside when he whispered, "I've really missed you, babe."

"I've missed you too, Stuart," I told him.

"I'm glad you're back."

"I - Stuart, I'm not ba -"

But I was cut off from telling Stuart I wasn't back for good. My lips had something on them.

Stuart's lips.

He was kissing me, and passionately too. But it also had a sense of hesitancy about it - when I was with Stuart, when we kissed, he never pushed me. He knew I was still hurting from Cal and so when we were 'passionately kissing', we weren't because there was always that little extra that we hid from each other. His arms wound around my waist and the back of my neck, pressing his body against mine. My arms slowly made their way to his hair and his face.

You know, the fact that Stuart was kissing me didn't surprise me. What surprised me was the fact that I was kissing back. But I was kissing him like he was Harry, and Stuart was confused. I had added extra passion into the kiss, and Stuart responded with the intensity I loved about him.

But I wasn't IN LOVE with him. He was my best friend - like the perfect brother I never had - and I know this sounds weird because I was kissing him. So I knew that I had nothing else in Scotland left for me. Sure, my friends and family were still about, but I had left my heart down in England, with my Harry Potter.

"OI! ABI! YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING ON YOUR FACE THAT SHOULDN'T BE THERE!" someone yelled from the window of my house. I broke free of Stuart and his hold and spun around. Becca was marching out of the house, looking livid. "Can we talk?" she asked aggressively. I waved a goodbye to Stuart and watched as he got in his car and drove away.

"I don't know, Becca, I don't know what happened! I didn't ask him to kiss me. I love Harry, and I don't want to cheat on him!"

"But you kind of already did, babe," Becca told me. She sighed heavily. "What are you going to do?"

"First, I'm going to tell Stuart I'm going back to England. Then, I'm going to tell Harry what happened."

"WHAT?" Becca yelped, "are you crazy?"

"I can't keep it from him!"

"How is he ever going to find out, huh? You've got a great thing going with Harry, and this could ruin it. Do you really want that?"

"No, but I don't want to lie to Harry either! I couldn't bear it if he found out from someone other than me."

"He won't find out," Becca reassured me. "Just forget it ever happened and come with me."

"What? Why?"

"We're going to a party tonight! A good old fashioned holiday party down at Deer Park."

Great(!)

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Deer Park was an area near a golf course on the route out of Dunbar. It was hidden from the main road and it was fairly near the beach. I laughed as I remembered the last party I attended here. It was a crowd of drunken fourth, fifth and sixth years after their exams and this was their way of celebrating. I had stuck around for the whole night and managed to avoid the police - thank God.

I was wearing a pair of thick leggings with a pair of flat, blue plimsolls. I wore a short, blue dress that had black stripes all over it in a crazy eighties kind of fashion. My hair was curled luxuriously, with the loose ringlets flowing down my back like a cascading waterfall. I had rather pretty hair tonight.