Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 17- Lust?

Chapter 17:

He was right, we would do everything. It's been 4 months since that night in New York, and I've been touring all across America with these boys. A lot has been stuffed into 4 months, from New York, to Georgia, to Texas, to Nevada, just, everywhere! It has been an amazing experience, and definitely a memorable one. Tonight was their last concert in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. They all seemed pretty emotional about it, I know I would be too. It was their first real big headline tour, and they're finally finishing it! I have to admit, I'm very proud of them.

"Harry!" I gasp as I feel cold water splash on me, bringing me back to reality from my thoughts.

"Get in! The water's amazing!" He replied, splashing me some more.

"Look, I know you're from across the pond, where it's always 55 degrees and all, but that water's freezing!" I laid back on my tanning chair and shut my eyes. It got awfully quiet. I opened my eyes, only to find Harry standing beside me. In one swift move, I was in his arms. "No, Harry!" I yelped, trying to fight my way out of his grip. Before I knew it, I was thrown into the pool. "Harry!" I turned and looked at him. But of course, he was laughing. "You're going to pay for that, Styles!"

He jumped into the pool, splashing me, I turned my head to avoid the water. When I turn back around, I notice he's no where to be found. I look into the water, looking for any kind of motion. When I get nothing, I decide to go under water. I open my eyes, the water stinging them a little. I see a figure moving closer to me, my visions blurry. But as the figure got closer, I could see it's Harry. He swam closer and closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. I cupped his face in my hands, as he moved in. I felt his wet lips touch mine. Not moving away from the kiss, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pulls us above the water surface. I pull out from the kiss, and roll my head back, laughing.

"What?" He asked with a cute smile.

"Nothing, it's just, something like that only happens in cheesy love movies." I say running a hand through his damp curls.

"So, that was cheesy?" He asked with a pouty face.

"Yes, but a cute cheesy." I say kissing him again. "Ok, come on. You have to get ready for your concert, which is in," I look at my wrist, "3 hours."

"You're not even wearing a watch." He looks at me weirdly with a smile following.

"Well..." I shrug.

After we dried off, we had a security guard lead us back into the hotel. As we entered the hotel, I looked out the front, glass doors to see fans all the way at the other side of the street. Police probably blocked them off. The boys and I have had a bit of a challenge with fans. Once, when we were in NYC, Niall and Liam went out for lunch. They only had one body guard at the time, and they were ambushed by hundreds of girls. Liam came back to the hotel with a ripped shirt and Niall came back with a bloody nose. Thankfully it wasn't broken. But ever since that day, their management have been really up tight with security and protection. When the elevator doors opened, the security guard left us alone, finally. I felt like if I breathed too much around him, he'd arrest me or something. I wrapped my arms around Harry's waist, as his wrapped around my upper back. I let out a sigh and rested my head on his chest.

"Something wrong?" He asked while rubbing my back.

"It's just, you're leaving tomorrow." I wanted to cry, I love Harry. I'd do anything to be with him. But him leaving me for an entire year is unthinkable.

"But, I'm not leaving you."

I looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I asked Andy earlier if you could come back to the UK with us.... And, well, he didn't say no." He smirked looking the other way.