Trust Me

Chapter 19.

His lips move against mine and I allow his tongue to move between them. The electricity between us is clearly noticeable. My knees nearly give in as I feel his hand move to the back of my thigh, pulling me closer.

"Harry..." I say against his lips. I don't trust myself around him right now.

He pulls away but remains strong eye contact. His lips pull into a grin as he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. "You alright?"

"I..I just.. I'm fine." I feel the redness in my cheeks.

"Just fine?" He asks running his finger along my jawline. The act alone causes goosebumps to rise throughout my body. I can see he notices, because his grin grew wider.

"Better than fine." I say as he cups my cheeks and gives me small kiss on the top of my head.

Placing his hand on the small of my back, he leads me to the table. I feel his eyes on me as I take in the sight in front of me once again. It's so, so beautiful. The sun is already laying low in the sky, causing it to look pinkish.

"How?" I look over to where he's standing as he runs his hand over his hair.

"I couldn't think of anyone better to spend one of my favourite days." He laughs. "You don't like it?"

I hadn't even realised it's the first of April, with everything that had happened in the last week.

"I love it. You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"I wanted to. I figured if I took you elsewhere, we'll eventually just end up here anyways." He smirks, referring to the last few dates we've had.

He's making this a lot harder to tell him about Niall.

"True. But, how? I thought my mom and I were going to have a 'girls night'." I laugh using air quotes.

"After you went to your room I talked to your mum, and she agreed to help me. Then she invited me to dinner tomorrow night."

I smile, walking towards him, closing the gap between us. "You don't have to-"

"I want to. You don't want me there?" He raises one brow, a small grin running across his lips. "I can just leave, ya know?"

"If you want to be a smug ass you can't come." I joke as he holds his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Okay, okay." He raises his hands in defeat. "You hungry?"

"Starving." I remember I haven't eaten this entire day.

He pulls the chair from the table for me to sit in. He takes a seat across from me clearing his throat. I'm startled when a plate of food is placed in front of me.

Of course here's a waiter.

I quietly thank the man, looking down at the plate. It looks like a type of Italian Pasta with bits of meat and a sauce.

"I hope it's okay." Harry says adjusting his chair. Of course it's okay. It's beautiful and I'm flattered that he did all of this for me.

"It looks delicious." I smile, taking the fork between my fingers.

"Bon appetite." He smirks, mirroring my actions.

I take the first bite. "Hmmm.." I moan. "So good."

"Very, very good."

....

We end up sitting on the grass in front of the river, watching the sun set. I feel his hand on my waist and I lean into his grip. My nerves are slightly eased as I feel his heart rate fasten.

Maddy, you have to tell him. My subconscious reminds me.

"Harry, we have to talk." I whisper, not sure if he could hear me.

"Noo." He groans playfully. "We don't have to talk, love. Just enjoy."

"No Harry." I wiggle out of his grip and his smile falls. "I'm serious." He remains silent, only nodding his head once.

"All ears." He finally speaks.

"Okay. I don't want you to think any less of me though."

"I will never."

I inhale a deep breath, feeling my heart beat faster and faster, to the point where I thought it would jump out of my chest.

I need to tell him. It's better if he hears it directly from me than if he finds out later on. At the same time, I don't want to tell him. Niall and him are close mates and if I tell him it's going to ruin their relationship.

"You alright?" He asks, running the back of his fingers over my cheek.

"I.. Harry something happened." I hesitantly answer.

He drops his hand from my face, running it through his hair. Looking down he releases a long sigh. "Go on."

I gulp, putting my fingers under his chin, forcing him to look at me. "I just want you to know before I speak, that nothing was intended to happen. It didn't mean anything and for what it's worth, it wasn't my fault."

He nods slowly, letting me go on. "Niall and I kissed."