summer boy || H.S

three

old money- Lana del Rey
Where have you been?
Where did you go?
Those summer nights seem so long ago
And so is the girl

Harry

It had been multiple hours since we arrived at the square and there was still no sign of summer and mr.model face.

I understand now why it was so important I promise not to tell her parents about her secretive boyfriend. The man's gotta be over 25, which is, strange, I suppose.

I aimlessly wander around the square, having nothing to really do. I came down here because I thought I'd have time to spend with Summer, to catch up. Instead I'm sitting here, while she's off doing god knows what with her old man.

I shouldn't be so worked up about this, but for some reason, unknown to me, I missed her, alot. I hadn't even realized until I hugged her and she wrapped my hair around her finger. In that moment I knew I needed to be around her.

And now I'm here, desperately waiting on her.

Exhaustion consumes me from my long travels earlier in the day. It's a long way from london to tuscany, and doing it early in the morning doesn't make it easier.

I run my hands down my face in pure frustration and tiredness. The moment I think I'm about to fall asleep I spot a white skirt in the corner of my eye, blowing in the wind. I turn my head and I'm met with a sight, that I surely won't forget.

Alone, Summer stands before me struggling to keep her skirt down as the wind blows her hair in different directions. I sit there with my mouth agape, stunned by her appearance.

"Ready to go" she asks, breaking me from my trance. She sweetly smiles as she waits for my response. All I can manage is a nod and a small 'yeah'

Together we walk out the square and find marco parked down the street. We both sit in the back and Marco drives us back towards the mountain.

I watch as summer places her small hands in her lap and leans her head against the window. Admiring the way her dark hair flows down her shoulders and lays past her breast. The way her skirt rises when she lifts her leg to cross it over the other. My thoughts are quickly broken when she turns and gives me a nervous look.

"Is something wrong sum?" I ask worried.

"Harry have you ever been in love?" she asks keeping the same expression.

This question makes me question myself. Over the years I've had multiple girlfriends, many of which I've told that I love them. But when I look at this angel sitting before me I can't even remember their names.

"I'm not sure love, why do you ask"

"I think I'm in love with Giovanni" she answers bluntly.

"With who?" I try to joke, but she reacts with a frown.

"Oh right, your 40 year old boyfriend" I nod my head with a slight scuff.

"He's not 40 he's 26, and clearly you don't understand, you just said you've never been in love" she scuffs and crosses her arms.