Summer Nights With One Direction

Amy is prepared for a fun filled summer in London with her Mom. Just hours before their flight, Amy's Mom suddenly cancels due to a work emergency, and her best friend, Tessa, offers to come along instead. They plan for lots of exciting adventures during their trip to London that will make this summer the best one yet. But they definitely aren't expecting to spend their amazing summer nights with the boys from One Direction. Throughout the summer, both girls fall in love and experience some incredible things that they never planned. What will happen when they have to return to their noisy hometown in New York, and leave those delightful summer nights (and their new best friends) behind?

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35. Popcorn!

Harry walked into my moms room, ready to to plop me on her bed but I yelled, "No wait! This is my mom's room..." I laughed and he walked out, disappointed. "Its that one!" I pointed to my room and his frown turned back into a smile. I felt a little light headed and flustered from being upside down for so long. He walked in and threw me on the bed and jumped on me like a wild animal. He started with kissing my neck and before I knew it, my clothes were on the floor. I nibbled his ear as he stared at something on the floor. The poster. "Oh... That's just, I was mad so I, I... Ripped it up."

"I'll get you a new one babe." He kissed me again and dropped the subject. Just like that. 

"I love you." He had proved it a long time ago. I actually think I've believed him all along.

"I love you more." he said. I giggled and pulled his face towards mine and kissed his nose, then his mouth, then his neck. I froze when I heard a loud thud. Harry and I had been breathing hard and I had been dressed in only my bra and underwear and him in his briefs. I heard Eleanor mumbling something, then her voice became louder.

"I was thinking maybe we can um, got to the theater! You know, for a girls night."

"Yeah, my treat!" Louis added.

"We could get milkshakes and POPCORN!" She shouted, before clearing her throat. 

"She's here, get up!" i pushed Harry off of me and leaped at my clothes on the floor. I threw Harry his shirt and jumped into my sweatpants. My heart was beating fast and I was still breathing crazily.

I heard my mom say: "Eleanor sweetie, I must make it clear to you... No boys allowed in the house when I'm not home. Now, wheres Amy?"

"She's um, just... erm." I straightened Harry's shirt and fixed his hair before we raced down the stairs.

"I'm right here!" I hugged my mom and I could tell that her eyes were set on him. When I let go of her, I felt him pull down my tank top in the back -i guess I hadn't pulled in on all the way-. "Hi Patrick!" I greeted my mom's... boyfriend and smiled kindly, avoiding my mother's eye contact. Louis cleared his throat and put his hand on Elle's waist.

"Are you going to introduce me to this familiar looking boy?" She knew who he was, she probably knew who Lou was too. I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his waist when he placed his arm on my shoulder.

"This is Harry, Mom." She nodded and studied him.

"But I thought..." She sighed in an irritated way and added, "You're a doll." She gestured him over for a hug and he let go of me to give her a warm embrace. She patted his back and smiled after she winked at me.

"Its a pleasure to meet you-" Harry started but my mom interrupted.

"Call me Wendy. She pinched his cheeks and gave me a thumbs up. "You're lucky he's cute... But you know the rules, no boys!" I nodded and Harry came back into my arms.

"Or else I just might have to do something about it." Patrick shuffled his belt like a 'big tough man' and puffed out his chest that had been hiding under his wimpy sweater. He was giving us a stern look like he was really gonna do something about it. I rolled my eyes and brought Harry into the kitchen. Louis and Eleanor followed.

He's not my dad. He never will be. 

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