*I'M SO FREAKIN' SORRY GUYS!! i haven't uploaded in the longest time :( i just had tennis EVERY weekend and practice after school everyday and i have to work and i have church, and homework. i've been going to bed around 1 or 2 in the a.m. so i'm really tired. but I'M UPLOADING!!!! yeah!
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*flashback*
"Tell me somthing about you. LIke where did you live before California? Or what's your favorite color? Or who was your childhood bestfriend?" he says
I didn't know why but that last question hit home. He didn't know it was me. He never cared. If he did, he would have realized that it was me all along. But i choked through the thought.
"I lived in Cheshire before California. My favorite color is green. And my childhood bestfriend was a boy named Harry. He was really sweet, and funny. We we're next door neighboors for 11 years. We we're best friends for 11 years" i say
"What happened to him?" he asks, then taking a drink of his water.
"He....he had more important things to do"
*end of flashback*
*Harry's POV
God, I feel like such a dick. She thinks i abandoned her, she probably hates my guts. I don't know why i took her here. Maybe i was hoping she would remember me and we'd fall in love...or maybe i was being dilusional. She obviously remembers me...but not in the way i want her to.
She started to eat and an akward aroura settled upon us.
"I'm sorry" i whisper. I don't know if she heard or even who i was even saying it to, the Lauren who hated her bestfriend or the Lauren who was sitting in front of me, telling me about myself.
She looks up at me and stares at me. I inhale sharply. Thoughts racing through my head, what if she remembers me? What if-?
"Thank you Harry" she says
"f-for what?" i stutter.
"For being here for me. I've had a pretty......interesting past week. I'm just glad i have someone to confide in." she smiles.
"anytime. i'm here for you whenever you need me" i say
I look at her beautifully defined face. Her startling eyes, her wavy blond hair, the way her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs really hard at something. The way she gets flustered really easily. The way she looks in the morning when she's half asleep. She's....perfect.
"Excuse me, young man" a voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn to see and elderly lady and a young girl standing next to our table.
"My granddaughter is a huge fan of your group, do you think she could have a picture? or maybe an autograph?" she asks
I smile, "sure" I stand up and position myself next to the girl. I'm smiling, waiting for the picture, "could i have Lauren in it too?" the young girl asks me
I look at Lauren, apparently she's ask shocked as i am. "sure, sweetheart." she says
She stands up her blue dress swaying with her. She stands next to me and i snake my arm around her waist and bring her closer. The little girl standing directly in between us. We smile.
I wish we could have that picture of us forever.
They thank us after getting our autographs.
We walk to the front and pay and walk out of the building. I take her small hand into mine. It was perfectly warm and soft and sized. That sounded wierd, but it's true.
We walked in silence, but it wasn't a bad silence, it was nice.
We arrive at the hotel and headed up. We're standing in the elevator heading up. My thoughts consume me.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to spill my guts out to her. Tell her how much she means to me. Tell her everything.
"Lauren I-" I start
She turns to me, her eyes glistenening again. I love those eyes. She leans in close, our noses touching, our faces only millimeters apart. Our lips connect and it feels like fireworks exploading inside of me. But i kept the kiss light and soft and something she would remember.
She pulls away, her eyes still closed. I stare at her perfect self.
"Harry I-" she starts
I shush her by slamming my lips into hers. This kiss held all the emotions that i've ever had for her.
We melted into each other and i loop my arms around her waist bringing us closer. She snakes her arms around my neck and into my curly, chocolate locks. I push her against the elevator wall and push my tongue into her perfect, soft lips. She doesn't part her lips, and i try again. I can feel her smirk in our kiss.
Tease.
She then opens her mouth and my toungue darts into her mouth. The taste of the dinner and a mint still linger in her mouth. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.
Convientely the doors slid open, and i step out with her still on me. Our lips still attached. Lauren pulls away from our kiss as i pull out the key to the room and she softly starts sucking on my neck. Eventually finding my sweetspot.
I fling the door open and we walk in, me kicking the door behind me.
We continue with our kiss. As i head towards the bed. Her small, beaufiul body under mine looked so....perfect.
I pull away from our kiss and she instantely attaches her lips to my neck. Her teeth gently pulling on my skin. She starts to unbutton my shirt.
I make myself say the words.......
"Ren, it's curly" i whisper.
*IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER, CURLY WAS HARRY'S NICKNAME IN THEIR CHILDHOOD*
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