summer boy || H.S

two

(quick AN: this story will be in first person from now on (unless noted otherwise) and will switch between summer and harrys pov)

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loving someone- the 1975

we're all human, we're just like you, man

we're sentient, we're something or other

i can't remember, whatever

summer

As we pull out of the driveway and down the mountain toward town, I take note of harry's appearance. He's wearing a white silk button up with the top few undone, revealing his tattoos. From his neck a cross necklace hangs. Paired with black skinny jeans and boots, in italy, in the summer. Clearly he didn't look up the weather because it's hot as balls outside.

I'm still slightly thrown off by the long hair. It falls past his shoulders in dozens of spirals. I think it looks really good on him, but not sure if I prefer his short or long hair.

"Summer!" marco calls to me, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Yes marco" I respond

"Where to?"

Shit.shit.shit. I just realized how close we are and what I agreed to, Harry is gonna meet my boyfriend that no one knows about.

"Uh-uh mancini's in the square between seventh and tenth" I tell him while stuttering nervously. He nods and rolls the window back up between the drivers and the back seat.

I guess I'm just gonna have to tell Harry and hope he doesn't snitch on me.

"Um harry" I start

"Yes summer" he laughs at my nervous state.

"I need you to promise me something" I say making harsh eye contact with him.

"Sure angel what is it?" he questions. Angel what's with that.

"A-angel. What?"

"Your shirt silly, you were saying.."

"Right sorry, so basically, were not meeting up with a friend. Uh were meeting up with my boyfriend" I quickly get out, fiddling with the end of my skirt.
"Ok yes and what about it" he blinks in confusion while his jaw clenches and unclenches.

"Yeah, uh, so basically I need you to not tell anyone" I say meeting his gaze again. He throws his head back with an understanding 'ahh'

"So this a secret boyfriend, yes?" I nod my head up and down for confirmation.

"Please please please don't tell anyone, my dad might actually lock me in the house if he finds out" I plead.

"Don't worry I won't tell, but why don't you just tell your parents I'm sure they wouldn't mind that much" he questions.

"Oh trust me, they wouldn't approve" I shake my head in disagreement.

"Ok little one" he laughs at my dramaticness.