Thahmena
It had been a month, and I missed him massively. All my friends were dreadfully happy with their new beaus while I was just here, depressed, thinking about Harry. I was head over heels, not good at all!
I was lying on my bed, listening to some music - okay, fine; I was listening to One Direction - when I heard my phone ringing right next to me. I didn't know the number but answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Um, hey, is this Mena?"
My breath caught in my throat and my heart starting beating really fast. Deep voice, British accent...called me Mena! Only one person, other than my friends, called me that! "Harry?! Is that you?!" I exclaimed. What do I do? What do I say? Agh, I was freaking out all over again!
"Yeah, it's me!" I knew he was grinning too. "Oh, I haven't heard your voice in so long! How are you, Mena?"
"I'm awesome, now! How are you?" I was positively ecstatic.
"I'm great! Look, I can't talk for long but can you meet me at Central Park tomorrow? Around three?"
Oh, my gosh! I was going to see him again. Whoo hoo!! "Yeah, sure! I'll definitely be there!"
"Okay, great! Gotta go. Bye, love!"
We hung up and I started jumping around my room, doing a little happy dance here and there.
*****
I had assembled my team - or in other words, Nicole, Sharanya, Charisse, and Vicki - to help me get ready for my picnic with Harry. I could hardly wait, I was so excited! they arrived at one, after all, I took a while to look this good.
I had taken a long shower, letting the hot water ease the tension that had built up in me when I was away from Harry. Nicole and Sharanya had done my makeup while Charisse and Vicki picked out what i was going to wear. My "makeup artists" decided I should go with light makeup, not too much to make me look trashy. Plus, they had said, I was beautiful the way I was. Pshh yeah right, but I decided to just let them do their thing.
My "stylists" had picked out a white, strapless, knee-length summer dress. It had flowers cascading down the length of the dress, all different colors, with a light pink ribbon across the middle. It was one of my favorite dresses but I never actually for a chance to wear it, but this seemed like the perfect occasion! They had matched it with white wedges. In a couple of hours, I was all ready to go!
"Beautiful," Charisse whispered.
"Stunning," Nicole said. I blushed, but I did feel and look really pretty.
"Alright, well, we will see you later, Lovebug! Not too late and have fun!" Sharanya said, practically shoving me out the door. I giggled and walked down my driveway, thinking about Harry.
*****
I was walking down one of the paths of Central Park, following Harry's instructions on where to go. It seemed like so long, when. I finally caught sight of Harry. He looked up and saw me coming towards him, a huge grin making its way to his perfect lips. I grinned back.
"Mena!" He exclaimed, running towards me. Before I knew what was happening, I was being lifted off the ground. Harry was twirling me around, hugging me tightly. I hugged him back, inhaling the scent of his perfume. I pulled back a little, still in his arms, as he rested me back down on the ground. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too, Curly!" I said, kissing him on the cheek. Ok, where did that come from? Normal Thahmena wouldn't do that!
He pulled me back in for another hug before leading me to a spot in the grass a little way off the path. I gasped quietly as I took in the sight. He had set up a big blanket with lots of food and such right next to the lake! It made me so happy! I don't know what I was expecting but this was way more awesome than I would have thought. "Oh, Harry! You did all this...for me?" I asked softly, looking up at him.
He smiled and said, "Of course. only the best for such a lovely girl!"
I blushed and took his hand to lead him to the blanket. I surveyed what was there. Bread and butter, cheese and crackers, strawberries and whip cream, all of my favorite snacks!
We sat and ate and talked, just like on the island. Oh how I missed this so! The food was so good too! we talked about random things, little things, as usual.
"Harry, how did you know these were my favorites?!" I asked, giggling.
"Easy, I just asked Liam to ask Vicki, since she's one of your best friends," he replied, giving me a warm smile.
"I still can't believe you did all of this for me..." I trailed off.
Harry went silent and I looked over at him. He looked as if he badly wanted to say something but was arguing with himself in his head. Um, ok then...
"Harry, what is it?" I asked uncertainly.
He looked into my eyes, making his decision. Moving a little closer, he ran his fingers down my cheek, making me feel all tingly.
"Mena...I have to tell you something..." He started, as if unsure of his words.
"Go ahead," I said softly, looking deep into his eyes.
He took a deep breath and kept going. "Ever since the first time I laid eyes on you, I felt something, deep inside. I couldn't stop staring, you were so beautiful. You intrigued me from the start, making my heart do crazy little flips at just the thought of you next to me and making me feel electricity every time we touch. Everything you do just makes me excited and interested. When I talk to you, I feel as if I can say anything and you would be there listening to what I say, hearing me out. You make me feel whole. I just feel like holding you and loving you. All the time we were on that island, I wanted to tell you, to ask if you felt it too. But I knew you probably didn't even like me. I just need to let you know how I feel about you..."
He looked away, staring at the lake instead. I didn't know what to say or do. He had feelings for me too! Here I thought he would never like me that way, but it turns out he does feel the same! I was so happy! I reached out and touched his cheek, bringing him around to face me once again.
I pulled him towards me and gently pressed my lips to his. I kissed him and after a second he responded, kissing me back. His lips were so soft, so addicting, and it was like if we were made for each other. He rested his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer, as my arms wrapped around his neck. I wound my fingers in his soft curls. My heart was beating fast and I needed to breathe, so I pulled back reluctantly. I opened my eyes and stared into his gorgeous green ones. Our foreheads were pressed together, noses touching.
"Oh, Harry, why didn't you say this before? I thought you would never feel the same!" I said softly. I kissed him softly one more time.
"Harry...I love you."
My breath caught, as well as his, as I said it. But then I realized that...I meant it. I loved him with all of my heart.
"With all of my heart," I whispered.
His hand caressed my cheek.
"I love you too, Mena. Always."
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