COUNTRY GIRL - The 7th summer

Chapter 24 - Kitty

Harry and I made it to tent after a pretty hot makeout session by the campfire. I know I shouldn't be doing this while we are drunk but I want him so bad! Actually I'm not that drunk, I might have had the equivalent of two glasses of whiskey coke? But Harry is so wasted he can barely undo his trousers properly. Which makes me giggle.

-- Did you bring...you know, I ask after I kiss him.

He stared at me and I can see in his eyes that no, he didn't.

-- Oh come on Harry, I scowl.

-- I didn't really planned on doing this tonight, he says as he pulls me closer.

He kisses me, then my breasts and starts fumbling with my jeans. My hoodie and top are long gone, his shirt too.

-- Harry, I chuckle, stop it.

-- I want you, he says pressing me against his hard on.

-- Yeah well, you're not getting any tonight so...

-- Come on Kitty...

-- No, I say pushing him away.

I start to feel uncomfortable. He tugs at my bra with a smirk.

-- You know you want it too.

-- I do, but you forgot condoms, I sight.

-- It's okay, I can-

I put my hand on his mouth and roll my eyes.

-- I'm gonna stop you there before you say something stupid. It's a no, Harry.

He tries to slip his hand in my pants. This is starting to pissing me off! I push him away but he insist and I slap him.

-- Harry, I said no!

He stares at me dazzled. I don't think he would force me...But it's only the second time I see him drunk so I don't really know. And I don't wanna risk it so I storm out of the tent and find Thomas walking towards me. Maybe he heard me screaming? For a split second I feel relieved and happy that he came to the rescue. Then I notice the bulge on his pants and I glare at him. What the heck was he doing?!

I walk past him to grab my hoodie on the ground and I hear Harry coming after me. Thomas gets in the way and things go south...

-- Get lost, I growl because this is not going anywhere good. You don't even know what you're saying!

I put on my hoodie and hear Harry screaming:

-- Don't you check out my girl!

By the time my head pops out of the cloth, he is punching Thomas in the face!

-- Harry, I shout as Thomas falls on his butt at my feet. You should really get some air before you do something stupid!

He steps forward lifting his punch again but I put myself between the two of them.

-- I'm sure he got the message the first time, I say. Now get lost!

He glares at me and for a second I'm afraid he might hit me. But no, he wouldn't do that...His face suddenly falls and he almost looks like someone just killed his dog. If he thinks this would bring me to pity, he's wrong!

-- Get lost, I repeat firmly.

And he does eventually. I sight heavily, turn around and kneel before Thomas to take a look at his face. Harry got him right on the cheekbone.

-- I wasn't stalking by the way, he says randomly.

Our eyes meet and I smile at him.

-- Thank you, I say.

-- For what?

-- For coming to the rescue, I chuckle. Does it hurts?

-- No.

-- And the truth?

-- It actually doesn't hurt much but I think it's because I'm drunk? So it might be different in a few hours...

I giggle again and gently touch the reddening skin under his eye. I feel he flinches.

-- Your fingers are cold.

-- Sorry, I reply moving away.

-- No, no, keep them here, he says catching my wrist. It feels good.

We stare at each other again and he smiles like an idiot.

-- What is it, I ask.

-- You're nicer when you're drunk.

-- I'm not drunk.

-- Yes you are, he giggles.

-- I'm...tipsy at most, I say putting my fingers back on his face.

He sighs in relief and close his eyes as he leans his cheek on my hand. I feel it's starting to swollen and I'm sure he's going to have a massive bruise. I feel bad for him. Stupid Harry. Since when is he jealous of Thomas?!

-- I really like you, he says opening his eyes and it makes me laugh because he looks like a child who fears being grounded. Why don't you like me?

-- I don't-...don't like you.

-- No?

-- No...I'm just bad with...people, I add.

Which is the sad truth...Well, okay he's in the way but...I do like him actually. I mean, he's kind and funny and thoughtful, who wouldn't like him?

-- Jeez, I am drunk, he says out of the blue.

-- What makes you think that, I laugh because he is obviously!

He stares at me for a moment.

-- I want to hug you.

I blink twice, not knowing what to do or what to say.

-- And I hope we can be friends you and me, he keeps on. Cause I really like you...

I chuckle because I don't know what else to do. And I find this kinda cute? Well now I get why Harry went all jealous on him. Because if I didn't knew better, I would think he kinda fancy me? But he already has a girlfriend so I know he is not.

He stands up and so do I. He keeps staring at me and I feel myself blushing. I never really looked at him and he has pretty eyes...deep beautiful brown eyes.

-- Did I told you I really like you?

-- Yes, you did, I say with a soft smile.

-- Can I have a hug? Cause I think I earned it, he smirks.

I laugh and what the heck, I take him in my arms. He doesn't fully hugs me back, as if it would get him into trouble, which might be the case if Harry comes back now...And it's probably because of the alcohol but I feel like kissing him on the cheek. You know like a magic kiss to help him heal? So I do. And he flinches but I feel his skin stretching as he smiles.

I take a step back and we smile to each other.

-- Don't tell Haz, he suddenly winces.

-- Yeah, that wouldn't be a good idea, I giggle.