The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.


34. Honeymoon - Too Lost In You (13+)

The honeymoon only lasted for a week, because of the boys’ busy schedule, but we barely put any clothes on those 7 days.


We spent the honeymoon in a secluded beach house Harry had rented in Huntington Beach, California. It was a long, tiring journey until we got there but the minute we walked in, Harry wrapped his arms around me from behind and said, breathing into my ear, ‘Nobody will find us here.’ I shut my eyes, resting my head on his neck. Every part of me ached for him. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom that first night. Harry shoved me up against the front door, kissing and biting my neck, and when our bodies slowly slid down to the floor, we made love on the carpet, falling asleep right after.


The second night we were there, we had dinner on the beach. Harry was hungrily eating a cheeseburger I had made him while I watched him, smiling. I barely ate anything because I felt nauseated all the time. But I refused to believe that I was pregnant. Like I said before, I wasn’t! The sand was warm beneath my feet. I got up.

‘I’ll go for a swim,’ I said, letting the bath towel I had wrapped around me fall off. Harry was about to take another big bite out of his cheeseburger but stopped. He looked at me, then at the food in his hands and at me again. He shrugged, throwing his dinner on the sand.

‘You don’t have to join me if you don’t want to,’ I teasingly said over my shoulder, walking in the sea. The water was cold.

‘Oh, really?’ Harry asked with a grin, getting up. He was already naked. I stuck my tongue out to him and he chuckled. He said, ‘Be careful, beautiful, because when I catch you, I might just be rough this time.’

‘Prove it,’ I dared him and when he ran towards me, I let out a little scream. He slammed into my back, grabbing my waist, and pulled me under the sea with him. When we rose to the surface, I looked at his face and ran my hands through his wet hair. Harry wasn’t in such a romantic mood as I was though. He cupped my breasts, massaging them, and drove his tongue into my mouth. He liked to be in control. After a while, he settled his hands on my butt and pulled me to him. Our bodies collided.

‘Have you gone skinny dipping before?’ he asked and I remembered Liam for a moment.

‘No,’ I lied.

Harry held an intense eye contact with me when he grabbed my waist and lifted me up. When he lowered me down, I wrapped my legs around his hips and he sank inside me. He began heaving me up and pushing me down, slowly at first but then quicker in every second. I threw my head at the back, clutched his shoulders and dug my fingers in his skin. I loudly moaned his name while he breathed hard and uneven. After we both reached ecstasy, I folded my arms around his neck, pressed my cheek against his and stroked his nape. We stayed as one until our breathing slowed. I didn’t want the moment to end and when Harry pulled out, I felt as if skin was ripped from my bones.

Suddenly, my stomach ached and I was nauseated again. I put my hand over my mouth, ran out of the sea and vomited on the sand. This barfing thing was really starting to annoy me.


When I woke up, Harry wasn’t lying on the bed next to me. I looked around but he wasn’t in the room either. It wasn’t normal how sad I felt just because he wasn’t around. But where was he? I rolled out of bed and rubbed my eyes, yawning. In a pair of pink underwear, I walked into the living room. It was a beautiful sunny morning and I opened the balcony doors, letting the warm breeze caress my face. Harry walked through the front door. He was holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

‘Morning, beautiful,’ he said, smiling. He threw the paper bag on the sofa and began undressing. He was out of his clothes in seconds. He would really just walk around naked all the time if he had the choice. He sat down on the sofa with his legs open.

‘Where did you go?’ I asked, sitting on his lap.

‘To the drug store,’ Harry replied, putting one hand around my waist and the other on my thigh.

‘Why?’ I asked and when he shrugged, I frowned. I grabbed the paper bag and looked inside. Harry stared at me, waiting for my reaction. When I saw what was in it, I went rigid. He had bought three pregnancy tests. So, I flipped, ‘I don’t understand why everyone keeps insisting that I’m pregnant! I’m not!’

‘Go pee on one of the sticks and we’ll find out,’ Harry said all calm and cool.

‘Sometimes these tests are wrong you know,’ I argued.

‘That’s why I bought three,’ he replied and I pressed my lips. I was close to tears. ‘Why is this such a big deal, Bess?’ he asked.

Wasn’t it obvious? ‘Because I’m afraid,’ I told him, looking at the swallows tattoos on my thighs.

Harry half smiled before he pressed his cheek on my breasts, nuzzling into them. He did that a lot. They were his favorite pillows, he had told me.

‘Comfortable?’ I asked and kissed his hair, thinking that I already had a baby. Harry was my baby. I didn’t need another one.

‘Very,’ he replied. Then, he said, serious, ‘I don’t want you to be afraid. I’ll be with you every step of the way.’

He wouldn’t really. The band was leaving for their world tour in three weeks. He would be away most of my pregnancy. If I was pregnant that is. I let out a sigh, which was more of a groan, and got up.

‘I guess I’ll go take a pregnancy test then,’ I said and Harry flashed a big smile. He really wants this baby, I thought, walking to the bathroom.


After I used all three tests, I paced up and down in the bathroom. I was more impatient than what I thought I would be. Harry knocked on the door and walked inside. He was wearing a pair of white boxers now. I looked at him, breathing fast, and he hugged me, kissing my forehead. We were both quiet but when a few minutes passed by, Harry said, ‘I think it’s time to see the results, beautiful.’

I hid my face with my hands. ‘I honestly can’t look,’ I told him.

That didn’t stop Harry from looking though and when he did, he went on his knees, grabbed my hips and kissed my bellybutton. With his lips brushing against my belly, he said, ‘I love you both more than anything else in the world.’

I opened my eyes and looked at the tests, too. A purple line had appeared on all three. Well, how about that? I was pregnant. I touched Harry’s head, messing his hair a little, and when he looked up at me, I smiled at him. He got up and said, unhooking my bra, ‘I think we need to celebrate.’

‘Oh, do we?’ I asked. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Harry was grinning like a big goof too.

‘Yes, we do,’ he replied, tearing my underwear off. He put his hands on my ribs and when he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I held his face, he held my butt, and as we kissed, he walked us to the bedroom. Again.


This chapter's a little too steamy but it is the honeymoon so.. Next one will be the last one and I'll probably post it sometime tomorrow! :) xx

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