Vengeance

1.8- I don't dance

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I stood in my guest room, pacing back and forth occasionally, and tapping my chin for some sort of idea. How in the world was I supposed to surprise the best girl in the universe with a date? I was Harry Styles. I was the son of a banker. The son of a murdered woman.

I had no experience with women. Gina was mind boggling. She was a jigsaw puzzle that I had yet to open the box. The girl was easy at times but other times she flipped a switch and she was a mystery. She was my mystery.

What if I had planned a date that she had already been on? What if she didn't like it? What is it was lame? All these what ifs in my mind were making it hard to focus.

I sighed and walked closer to the window. I had the best idea come to mind.

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Gina's POV

I loved that boy so much. It felt good to finally tell him. It was amazing being able to make love with somebody. it's something I had never had a chance to do. I had never loved anybody, at least as much I loved Harry.

I loved the idea of him surprising me with a date. I didn't care if it was cheesy, boring, or horrible; as long as I was with Harry that was all that mattered.

So, at 644 I received a text from him.

*look in my room* was all the message said.

I lifted an eyebrow as I marched up the stairs one by one. I walked down the hallway and towards his room. The door was tight so I hit it with my shoulder to make it budge open. When it opened I closed the door behind myself and I noticed there was nothing in here. Not a Harry to be found.

*be creative with your search babygirl.* the next message came.

My heart melted when he called my baby girl. I smiled and locked away my phone to my pocket. I rubbed friction between my hands and I looked on his desk. It was empty on the top. I opened the drawer and there was only a dark brown leather journal in one. I picked it up slowly and wondered if this was supposed to be what I found.

I untied a part of it and sure enough it fell open to a page that had a picture sticking out. I eyed the picture and it was Harry and an older man, who looked nothing of him. I slid the picture to the outside of the journal, making It rest between my fingers and the binding.

My eyes scanned the page of his neat scribble cursive that was letters.

10 February 2014

The most annoyingly, stubborn, and beautiful girl kissed me today. Rather I kissed her but what does it matter? I got her lips on mine. Granted it was in the freezing cold of a creek it was the best birthday gift I could have received. I don't think that girl knows what she does to me. Her ass especially. God she has a nice fucking ass. She knows this. Her lips were made for me. I know it. She's opening up to me finally. I think she is starting to trust me. At least that's what I thought until she ran away from me.

That was the end of the journal entry. were these the feelings that he had for me? Before we became an item? I smiled at his writing and regret ever running from him. I flip to another page which is marked.