An Old Friend

Summer and Harry know each other since ever. They had great moments together but they don't talk anymore like before since he got famous. When Harry finally comes back to Holmes Chapel, he finds Summer and remember an old feeling: he loves her.


14. I love you.


I'm sitting on Harry's bed, admiring my new ring. His hands are on my knees and I feel your eyes on me. I still can't believe in what just happened. Harry can have all the women he could want - prettier, older, more interesting - and he chose me. Suddenly, one of his hands strokes my cheek and I look at him. "Sleep here tonight?," he asks me. "Okay," I smile. He rises and lay in bed. He pulls me closer to him and I lay down too. His hands on my waist keep me very close to him. His head rests on my neck and I feel a kiss on it. "I love you, Summer," he whispers. "I love you too, Harry," I say, sleepy.

I wake up and Harry isn't in bed anymore. Where is he? Anyway, I go to his bathroom and I brush my teeth and hair. I go downstairs and find Harry in the kitchen. "Morning," I say. He turns to look at me and opens the biggest smile I've ever seen. He gives me a bear hug and a quickly kiss on the lips. Then, he returns to the stove and I sit in one of the seats of the bench. "What are you cooking?," I ask, "It smells really good." "Your favourite," he replies, "Coconut cake with chocolate." "Wow! It had been so long that I don't eat this. Now I really love you," I laugh. "I feel used right now," he laughs too. He takes the form of the stove and place it on the counter to cool slightly. 

I get up and go to Harry, cringing in his arms. I feel protected and... loved. He gives me a kiss on the forehead. "I always knew it," I hear Anne saying. I look at the door and there she is. I feel my cheeks being covered by shades of red. She comes to us and gives a kiss on the cheek of both of us. "I think you two are perfect together," she says while she goes away. I look up at Harry and he's smiling. "I have to agree with her," he says. His hands rests in my waist, pulling me closer to him. My eyes find his and I can't help but smile. His lips finally find my lips. He moves softly, calm but passionately. 

"You don't know how much I've been waiting for doing this," he whispers. I just smile at him and he kisses me again. He puts me sitted on the corner. My legs between his waist and his hands hugging me tight. "Summer. I. Want. To. Take. You. To. Meet. Some. People," he whispers, alternating each word with a quick kiss. "Okay," I laugh, "but I want to eat your cake first." "Wow, I totally forgot about the cake," he moves away from me and starts to cut the cake. I get off the bench and caught a piece. "Mmmm," I mutter, "It's really really good." 

After I eat some more several pieces of the cake, Harry takes my hand and we go to his car. Once he starts the car, I notice an obvious thing. "Harry?," I say. "Mm?," he mutters. "I'm using your shirt," I reply, "I have to go home first and change my clothes." "But I liked you on this way," he smiles. "Harry!" "Okay, okay," he laughs. We go home and I change my clothes really fast. I wear a flowered pink dress. I don't know where Harry is going to take me, but I want to be presentable.

I come back to the car. Harry smiles and says, "You're gorgeous."

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