Summer Love

Chapter 8

Hello lovelies! I promised I would start updating more and I want to keep good on that promise so.....here's your next chapter!

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Louis' POV

I went for it. I kissed Harry. And look where it got me. Soaking wet, rejected, and completely and utterly humiliated. 

Everything was going great too. This morning he had told me we needed to stay late so he could put away the boats for Lana. I didn't mind, I was going to use that time to work up the courage to kiss him. Or at least tell him I liked him, but I figured kissing him would do that pretty well. 

After camp, I was hyping myself up, telling myself to not back out, that if he didn't like me then at least I would have gotten the chance to kiss him. I was ready. So I walked out to the end of the dock where Harry was sitting. He looked so good. The golden sun lighting up his bright green eyes, making his tan body glow like a god. The light breeze blowing his long curls away from his face, and his sun-kissed face smiling into the sun. I was so far gone for him. 

When I didn't immediately sit next to him, he just patted the spot next to him. I don't think he realized I was just admiring his beauty. I should've admired for longer cause now I was probably never going to see him again. I had it all planed out too. I would ask him if I could tell him a secret, then when he leaned in I was going to turn his face towards mine and kiss him. But then I almost gave myself away. When he leaned in, all I had to do was breathe in and my nostrils filled with his scent. It smelled like vanilla and lavender and comfort. Of course Harry smelled beautiful, everything about him was. When my breath hitched he leaned away in concern sensing that something was wrong. His eyes were filled with concern and the little dip between his eyebrows was there too. A thing I noticed happened when he got worried. 

And that was when I knew. That, the moment when he pulled away to see if I was ok, that was when I knew I was completely and totally in love in love with him. Because while most people wouldn't notice, he did. Because that was Harry. He cared. I couldn't hold myself back anymore and launched myself at his lips. When we connected, it was fireworks. It was we were made for each other. His lips molded perfectly together with mine and moved in a slow rhythm. It was perfect. 

And then suddenly I didn't feel his lips against mine. All I felt was air and then all around cold.My lungs filled with water and I pushed to the surface. I came up coughing and pushed my fringe out of my eyes so I could see. Harry had just pushed me in the lake. After I kissed him. Because he didn't like me that way. That was the only explanation for why he just did that. That or he plain didn't like me anymore because I was gay and thought I was disgusting. 

The thoughts of losing Harry brought tears to my eyes. It was lucky I was still in the lake so Harry couldn't see me crying. when I looked up to Harry his eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape. Almost like he was surprised at something. Probably surprised I kissed him and that he was friends with 'someone like me'. His lips sat there taunting me at what I had just done. 

I swam to the shore and when I looked back Harry was still sitting there in the same position I left him. He didn't even close his mouth. He didn't run after me or call my name. Didn't even look at me. Guess he didn't care after all. At least not about me. 

I walked to my bag where I had left it on the side of the building storing the boats. Fighting back tears I pressed my moms contact and began walking to the front of the camp. She picked up on the third ring and when I heard her voice I broke down. 

"Mum, can you pick me up," Was all I managed to get out before a sob escaped my lips. 

"Of course Boo, I'll be right there," Was all she said before she hung up. She pulled up a couple minutes later and I jumped in the car immediately not wanting to be standing there for a minute longer. 

"Sweetie what's wrong," My mother said as she drove out of the parking lot. I didn't respond and felt another round of tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I made sure I had control over my voice before I responded, "Harry". 

"Oh Boo," and that was all it took before I was sobbing, tears cascading down my cheeks. We pulled into the drive and my mom wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug. "What happened sweetie?" She asked soothingly. So I told her everything

From how I was really nervous because what if he didn't like me back (irony is cruel), and how when I kissed him it was magic, down to when I looked back at him from the shore and he hadn't moved. It did take some time to get through it all because every time I would think of him, his cute dimpled smile or the crinkles by his eyes when he laughed, or his soft curls or emerald eyes, I would cry thinking of how I just messed it all up and now he would hate me. 

Through it all mum rubbed circles on my back and wiped away my tears. When I finally told her the whole story she told me to go take a warm shower and put on my most comfy sweats, as I was still damp from the lake, saying that she would have a warm cuppa ready for me when I came out and that I didn't have to go to camp tomorrow if I didn't want to. After giving me a long hug she sent me off before I got a chance to thank her. 

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After taking that warm shower and washing away my tears I felt a little better. My heart still ached and it seemed I would always have a flow of tears threatening to drop from my eyes. Is this what heartbreak felt like? It sucked. Massively. 

When I padded down the stairs there was a warm cup of tea sitting on the counter, as promised. Tugging the sleeves of my sweater over my hands, I wrapped my hands around the warm and took a slow sip. Just how I liked it. Just-below-boiling-hot and sweet. The kitchen was empty as was the living room. When I finally walked out to the deck I found Lottie sitting there. 

"Hey little sister," I said softly taking the spot next to her. 

"Hi," she responded. "What are you doing out here? I thought you would be in your room. Mom told me and Fizz what happened. You okay?" 

"I don't know," I sighed. "I just can't believe I would be so stupid as to actually kiss him when I didn't even know if he liked guys. I feel heartbroken," I said taking another sip from my tea. 

"Oh Lou, I'm sorry," Lottie said as she turned to give me a hug. "He doesn't deserve you anyway. You're too good for him," 

"I think I still need time to believe that Lotts. But thanks anyway. Want to finish my tea?" I said showing her the half empty mug. "I'm going to go to bed," 

"No thanks, you make it way too sweet for my liking," she said scrunching up her nose. 

"You just have no taste," I said managing a small smile. Lottie just rolled her eyes and turned back to the lake. I turned to look as well and saw the beautiful view of the moons beams reflecting off of the dark surface of the lake. I could hear the crickets chirping and see fireflies dancing around the trees. At the end of summer I was definitely going camping. 

I stood up and walked back to the door leaving Lottie to look at the stars. 

After finishing my tea and putting it away into the dishwasher I climbed up the stairs and climbed into my bed. I wish I could say that I fell asleep instantly but that would be a lie. For at least another hour I tossed and turned with thoughts trying to get comfortable but my mind always turned back to the days events and what had happened between Harry and I. 

I don't know how I was going to survive tomorrow if it meant seeing him and reliving the embarrassment. But no, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of not seeing tomorrow. If worst came to worst I would just go to the nurse and say I was feeling sick. 

If only Fate, had had other plans. 

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-Victoria xo