summer boy || H.S

six

touch it- ariana grande
Cause every time I see you I don't wanna behave,
I'm tired of being patient so let's pick up the pace...

Summer

After hiding out in the kitchen for a few more minutes, my emotions are composed. Taking all my feelings and suppressing them deep into the back of my mind.

I wipe harshly at the dried tears on my face and push away from the counter. When I turn around I'm surprised to see Harry standing by the door. How does he always end up being around at the worst times?

"Have you been crying?" he's quick to ask.

"Uh-yeah it was the onions" I nervously respond, while fiddling with my fingers.

"Whats this" he ask pulling my wrist towards him. I can't come up with lie fast enough to explain this one.

"Summer what is this" his eyes filled with worry and my heart hurt at the thought of hurting him.

"My bracelet. Yeah, my bracelet was too tight, I just took it off" I offer a weak smile, trying to convince him. He narrows his eyes in suspicion, and I can tell he's not buying it.

"Did you need something?" I ask before he can question me anymore.

"No just checking in, you never came down to the river" he shrugs and this is when I notice his bare chest. Dozens of tattoos scatter his body and I notice the small details of each. Water drops coat his body and his wet hair pulled back into bun. For some reason I found him extremely attractive, especially in this moment.

"Summer" he gains my attention away from his body and I flush a deep red.

"Are you gonna come down to the river?" he ask me.

"Sure, yeah let's go" I walk past him and onto the back patio.

We silently walk down to the river and notice Sofia and Luca swimming together. I sit down by the edge of the river and Harry is quick to follow. I get nervous that Giovanni might be around and not approve of Harry being around. My eyes scan our surroundings and I don't find Giovanni or any of his family. My eyes continue to look around, needing to double check if he's around.

"What's up" harry nudges my shoulder as he takes a seat next to me.

"Nothing" I answer quickly looking over the river again.

"You seem nervous" he tells me honestly.

"Me, no I'm fine" I turn towards him.

"You're not really fooling me" he leans back resting on his hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I face toward the river again.

"Oh come on, you come out of the kitchen crying after your asshole boyfriend leaves you there" he sits up, his eye burning in hole in the side of my face.

"I was cutting onions" I tell him again, avoiding his stares.

"There was no onions in that kitchen, Summer" he responds much to my annoyance.