A week and a half later...
I wave good-bye to my four best friends at the airport and grab my luggage as quickly as I can. As I walk down the airport terminal, I look at all of the people hustling and bustling taking no time to sit back and enjoy life.
"Harry!" I hear Sophie shout out to me.
I look up and she's standing at the other end of the terminal. I can see her waving, then she begins to run toward me. I run towards her to, dropping my bags, going in and out of the maze of people. She jumps onto me and wraps her legs around my waist and nussles her head in my neck. It feels like I'm wearing her as a child wears a backpack on their front side.
"now where have you been the past week and a half!?" she asks looking up at me. "I've fucking missed you!"
Just then she bend her neck over and gave me a big snogg. I don't think that I've ever been kissed like that before. The pressure of her lips against mine was very strong... It was a nice welcome home. As we walk out of the terminal into the parking lot, I feel the soft pressure of her hand slip down so that it is now in the back pocket of my jeans, is she trying to squeeze my bum?
"so where did you park?" I ask her, looking out into the almost empty parking lot.
"oh, just right over...." I hear her voice trail off, "there..." she points to an empty parking space under a sign that says 'no parking after 3pm, violators may be toed.' I look at my watch and it said 6pm. I look at Sophie and her jaw is wide open.
"that was NOT there when I parked here!" she protested.
I let out a loud laugh and began to do it historically.
"Harry, it's not funny. How are we going to get home!?" she says, tugging at my sleeve, "my car was fucking toed!"
Without saying anything I whip out my phone and call a taxi service. I was actually kind of glad that her car got toed. It was a piece of junk, with squeaky breaks, half of a bumper missing, and a 'check engine' light that was always on. I think we were better off without it...
"a taxi will be here soon.." I tell her.
"a taxi!?" she says " what about my car???"
"trust me," I say walking away but still facing her, " I think we're better off living WITHOUT it..." Adding a playful wink directed to her.
"ugh! Harry wait up!" just as she said that you could hear a loud crash of thunder.
The rain began to fall and we both look up at the sky, then to each other.
She looks like she was about to cry, this was definitely not her day. Suddenly I begin to laugh, not at anything in-particular. While I'm laughing, it looks like a weight has been lifted off of her, and she begins to laugh to.
She screams as the rain pours down our faces. I run towards her and give her a big snogg, this time it was passionate and rough.Even though we were in the middle of a parking lot it felt as though we were alone. We held each other tightly as we kissed. Her fingers slide through my soaking wet hair as I squeeze the small of her back. Just then I feel her once again, tugging at the ends of my hair around my neck. I look down at her beautiful wet face as her eyes wander mine. Suddenly I slide my hands down and squeeze her bum. Our moment is interrupted when we hear the sound of a taxi cab honking at us to hurry up. The drive to her house was intense, she kept teasing me by putting her hand on my knee, sliding it up my thigh and then lightly squeezing it.
When we got to her house I can feel her tugging at my trousers before she even has the chance to get the door open.
"hold on, HOLLLD on..." I tell her taking the key from her hand and opening the door.
As we run inside from the storm, we leave a trail of water in the hallway...
"here love, give me your wet clothes and I'll throw them in the drier..." she tells me.
I quickly remove my shirt and throw it on the ground. She looks up at me and gives me this almost devious smile.
"we don't have time for laundry!" I shout while picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom.
She screams when I throw her onto the bed.
"harry!" she shouts crawling to the edge of the bed, "come here..."
She grads me by the belt and drags me to her like where deranged animals. I grab her and kiss her as rough as possible maybe even too rough, but she seems to be enjoying it as she pulls me in harder, struggling to undo my trousers. I rip open her buttoned up shirt and she looks at me wide eyed.
"that was my favorite shirt!" she says holding it in her hands.
"I'll buy you a new one," I say quickly, eager to make passionate love to her.
"deal," she responds throwing her soaking wet shirt onto the hard wood floor.
She grabs my face and our lips collide roughly, then making me throw her onto the bed. I fall with her causing the bed to make a loud squeaky noise. As I prop myself on top of her I begin slowly thrusting in and out. Over time, I began going faster, and harder. She moaned as I kissed the soft spot of her neck and grazed my fingers along her side. This is where I want to be, with her, she is my life.
When we were done we laid side by side for what seemed like ages. Suddenly I feel her hand link with mine. I turn to face her and find her already staring at me.
"hello," I say, we are so close together that I am able to see every pour on he face.
"hi Harry," she says laughing a little.
I pull her closer to me and kiss her forehead. Suddenly I feel her body shift as she grabs the remote control to the tele.
"One Direction, a british boy band, finished their fist North American tour a few nights ago in Florida..." announces the news anchor woman.
Sophie nudges me with her elbow and her face lights up with exsitement. I laugh and continue watching. It's funny when you hear other people talking about you like this. Suddenly I hear the familiar ring tone of my moms contact.
"Sophie where's my phone?" I ask, looking at the bedside tables bare surface.
"i dont know..." she says, eyes fixated on the tele, " go find it."
I get up in my bareness and search the floor for my trousers, where i had my phone in last. I see my soaking trousers on the floor beside the door. I quickly grab my phone and dry it off with the edge of the bed sheets and answer.
"Harry! it's muma!" She says before I even get a chance to speak.
"Hi mum." I reply, waiting to hear what she has to say.
"So I assume you are back at the flat with Louis?" she asks.
"Ummm, no actually. I'm at Sophie's." I confess, the words get jumbled in my mouth.
"Who's Soph-" she pauses to think, " Oh THAT Sophie!" She exsclaims.
I laugh at her excitment. "Yea, that Sophie."
I look at Sophie and she looks confused. 'it's my mom' I lip to her.
"Well I'll give you two some privacy... I just wanted to say that I love you!" she tells me.
"I love you too mum! Bye now." I say to her.
"Bye-bye Harry." she says, then hangs up the phone.
"Well that was nice of her to call," Sophie says while getting up.
She wraps the bed sheet around her like a toga and walks to the bathroom. While she's in the washroom I jump back into bed and close my eyes. When she comes out, she joins me on the bed, and falls asleep by my side.
