One Direction's Girls

Chapter Five- The Perfect First Kiss

This chapter is very lovey-dovey!! :) LOVE IS IN THE AIRRRRRR! 

Harry grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the room. Before closing the door, he yelled:

"We're going out! Tell Paul I got lost!" 

I started cracking up.

"OKAY HAZZA!" Liam screamed, then the door slammed.

There were 8 girls outside the door, then they started screaming and asking for pictures.

Harry reluctantly let go of my hand while I stood awkwardly in the backround. One little girl, about 8 years old, came up to me.

"May I take a picture with you?" I felt like a celebrity.

Why would she want a picture of me? 

"Um, sure!" I crouched down and she snapped a quick photo.

"Thank you!!!" She jitterly ran back to an older girl, about 13.

"I got a picture with Harry's girlfriend!" She eagerly squealed. 

The 13-year-old glared at me with hate in her eyes.

"She doesn't deserve him." She said, intending for me to hear.

"If anyone gets him, it's me. Definitely not her." She added, then walked up to Harry to hug/take a picture with him.

Harry hurried to me looking irritated. 

"Goodbye girls." He said sternly. They all swooned and about half of them glared at me, including the 13 year old earlier.

"They hate me." I whispered once we were far away from the fans.

"They're just little girls who are jealous. If they ever get out of hand, trust me. I'll handle it." 

"Thanks." 

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"So, you love your stepdad?" We've been talking for four hours in an excluded coffee shop.

"Yes, he's amazing. Simply brilliant." 

"My parents are dead." I spat it out. His face widened.

"I'm so sorry, Bethany. That must be awful."

"Six months ago. In a brutal car crash. Death on impact..." I started to tear up.

Harry reached his hand across the table and grabbed my palm. His hands were warm and made me feel safe. 

He gave me a reassuring nod.

"I really am sorry, Boo."

He called me Boo- the nickname Elle and Ross called me...

A single tear rolled down my face as I tried not to burst out crying.

"Hey. Let's go have some fun." Harry lightened up.

"But-but-it's pouring rain, Haz."

"Who gives a crap?" He grabbed my hand and dropped some money on the counter.

"Thank you Emily!" He yelled to the girl behind the counter. 

"ANYTIME HARRY!" She yelled back, handing an elderly man a piping hot coffee.

He ran out the door into the pouring rain, my hand firmly grasped in his. He had the widest grin on his face, the happiest I have ever seen him. In the flesh or pictures. He turned around as we sat down on a bench. I looked at our surroundings- A gorgeous secluded courtyard. Am I in a fairytale?

We sat down and he grabbed both my hands in his.

I looked down, self concious that my mascara was running. Harry took his index finger and tilted my chin up.

"You're beautiful. And you need to realize that." 

As if it couldn't get any more perfect, he kissed me. 

After about ten seconds, I pulled away, needing air.

We were both dripping wet, but neither of us cared. He brushed his hand against my cheek.

"Harry-" To shut me up he kissed me again.

"I- I think you're perfect."