Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
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-Ivy xx
"Well, fuck, don't get used to it, White," he replies and I laugh, enjoying in this moment. I know it probably won't happen ever again, so I need to savour every fragment of it and remember it every time he's a complete idiot. Just as a reminder that sometimes he is an actual human being, "we should probably get going because it's going to rain," he says as he stands up and I nod as I stand up too.
The walk towards the car is weird. It's not something I was expecting. But, then again so was nothing that's just happened in the past hour. Yes, Harry is a jerk, like always, throwing a few insults here and there to put me down, but in return only getting my laughter, which I noticed makes him smile victoriously and it's something between a normal smile and a smirk, so I think we're going towards something good here. But, if I didn't know him at all, I'd think he's actually trying to make me laugh and not put me down. And chances for that are very low.
As we're approaching the car, rain starts to pour slowly, causing me to let a quiet scream and Harry to do what he does best, "Fuck!" he mutters and we both start running towards the car. This is also something unexpected, but I should have expected something like this to happen. When we finally reach the car, I hear another curse coming from Harry. There is something very sexy, but also very annoying about his constant cursing.
"What is it?" I yell, barely seeing anything because of this rain. I mean, if I looked up the rain would fall on my face and this makeup that makes me a little approachable, would wash away and make me look like corpse bride.
"I can't find my fucking keys!" Harry yells back as I approach him, seeing him roughly searching for the keys in every pocket he has, "Fuck," he finally says and places his hands on his torso as he turns around himself and eventually kicks the tire with his boot.
I know I should probably try to help him in this situation and calm him down or something because he is losing his mind. But, instead of that I just start laughing again. I somehow find this situation very impossible to happen, but just thinking about Harry and I staying in the pouring rain, with him cursing all the time and me getting mad at him makes it seem so possible and I think that's what makes me laugh, "Fucking Christ, White this isn't funny," he tries to say in a serious tone, but a low chuckle escapes his lips at the end of the sentence, "Oh, shit," he adds as he passes next to me and starts walking back to the place we've been before.
I follow him behind, trying to stop laughing because this is kind of a serious situation, but I completely fail at that. Harry stays quiet as we make our way towards the place where we've been before and the only thing that can be heard is my quiet giggles and the sound of rain hitting the ground. When we reach the place, Harry starts looking around and I just stay standing and leaning against the tree, observing him from here. His long hair is now wet and a few strands are pressed on his wet face. I just can't help but think of a situation in which he won't look hot. But, that's hard because he might as well fall in a pile of shit and still look mesmerising.
