Pinky Promise

After a series of terrible events in her life, Tessa DeGennaro finds the one person that makes her happy: Harry Styles. It isn't long before they fall head over heels in love for eachother. But the question is, is this love going to last forever, or is it all too good to be true?

**Warning! Some scenes are graphic and there is some foul languauge**

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1. First Sight

 

*Tessa's POV*

It's been a long day. The diner was really busy and I've been working for about eight hours straight now. Mike and Jo Ann are making me work every day from 2pm to 10pm. And it's gonna stay like that until I find out what I want to do with my life. I just graduated from High School and I have no idea what I want to go to college for. Don't get me wrong, I considered a few things, but nothing seems to fully interest me. My only thing is, I want a job where each day is different. I don't want to walk into work and do the same exact thing every single day. A little spontaneity wouldn't kill anyone.

 

But for now, I'm a waitress at a diner. I still need to wash the dishes and clean the tables, then I'm out of here for the day. My neck and back ached from working all day. Our diner was pretty busy. We're right next to the beach in Point Pleasant, New Jersey, so vacationers use our diner as their lifeline when it comes to food. I'm just glad that we're finally closed. I don't feel like talking to people anymore. Now it was time to think about me, and only me.

 

Closing time always offered me a time of peace and quiet, so it became my favorite part of the day. I picked up the first of many dishes and started cleaning. My mind aimlessly drifted to Nico. He's been my best friend/ the love of my life since freshman year. And after four years of watching him force himself fall in love with some nasty girl, he finally opened his eyes and fell for me. Or so I thought... Things were going really well. He took me out a few times, and every time we kissed, there was this burst of passion. Like he was Christopher Columbus and I was the New World. And he just couldn't wait to sail into unfamiliar waters and explore.

 

He was upset for a long time because I wouldn't go all the way with him. I promised myself a long time ago that I would save myself for “the one”. Don't get me wrong, I have done things with Nico before. Hell, the one time I did get drunk, well... Lets just say we both put our hands to work. I didn't get drunk again after that, I tried it once and I saw no point in it. Yeah, I had fun, but it wasn't worth the hangover.

 

Nico tried to get me to go all the way with him, even when I told him no. This one time we were on my couch and things were getting heated, he reached for his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom from his wallet. He put his hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, “Please,”

“I told you, no.” I opened my eyes.

“Just once,” he slipped the condom on and kissed me. Just give him what he wants. It may be the only way he'll stay with you.

Please,” he said again. I felt his cool breath on my lips, and as his hands found their way to the small of my back, I gave in.

“Fine,” he smiled. “Just this once,” I breathed in, hoping I made the right decision.

 

And that was it. We never spoke again after that. He took away my last shred of innocence, and never had the courtesy to even call me after that. It's been over two weeks since that night. My best friend Ashley thought I was stupid for giving him what he wanted, and now she's mad at me. And like I said before, Nico hasn't called me since. They were really the only people I had left in my life. Nobody else even attempted to call me after we graduated from High School. I wasn't too upset about it though, I was kind of distant during my senior year. Even in my junior year I hardly talked to anyone except Nico and Ashley.

 

The dishes were almost done, just three more glasses, then only the tables are left. Before I could even reach for the next glass, I heard screams and heavy footsteps.
“Please let me in!” A frantic voice called. “Please? Is anybody open?” He kept running.

I walked over to the window and saw Harry Styles being chased by a pack of at least thirty crazed fan girls.

“Harry! We love you!” They called.

“Harry wait!”

“Marry me!”

“I love you!”

I sighed and walked over to the door, pushed it open, and Harry quickly ran inside. Before the girls even had a chance to get into the diner, I shut the door and locked it, then closed the blinds.

“Thank you so much!” He panted.

“No problem,” I smiled. “Water?” I walked over to the sink.

“Yes please,” he replied. It took Harry about two minutes to fully calm down. I grabbed the damp towel off the counter and began wiping the first of seven tables.

“Rough night, huh?” I said, breaking the silence.

He laughed, “yeah I guess you could say that.” We both smiled at each other. “Thanks again uhh...” He paused.

“Tessa,” I said. “And it's no problem.” I moved onto the second table.

He smiled at me, “I'm Harry.”

For some reason, I couldn't focus on the tables anymore. My mind was wrapped around the boy sitting in the chair in the corner of the diner. “Well it's nice to meet you Harry,” I said, keeping my eyes on the ground.

“It's lovely to meet you too,” he chuckled. I looked up at him to see him trying to hold back laughter.

“Is something funny?” He just kept smiling at me.

“No it's just that you have something on your bum...” Harry looked at the counter and began laughing.

“What?” I laughed.

“Here, lemme get it.” He walked over to me, his hand extended towards my butt. It was weird, but kinda cute at the same time. Harry was blushing.

“I can handle my own butt, thank you very much.” I laughed at him and turned around to see a lovely sticker attached to my butt. It had Spongebob on it, and I knew exactly where it was from.

“May I ask how you got a sticker on your bum?” Harry took the sticker out of my hand as I moved onto the third table.

“Some thirteen year old perv put it there earlier today. He comes into the diner everyday and tries to hit on me, so I guess this was his attempt today.” I said.

“So in order to hit on you, he put a sticker on your bum?” He looked confused.

“No, I guess he just needed an excuse to touch my butt.” I giggled at the thought because it was extremely weird and a little creepy.

“He does not know how to talk to pretty girls properly,” he said, leaning against the side wall.

“Oh yeah?” I glanced at him and he was looking right at me.
“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Tell me,” I began, moving onto the fourth table. “How do you hit on pretty girls?” I asked.

“Well,” Harry started walking towards me, his eyes never left me. “For starters, I would never stop making eye contact with her. And I would grab her waist, like this.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me in close to him. He was so warm... “Then I would tell her how beautiful she is, and I would ask for her number. Then I would remind her again about how stunning she is, kiss her on the cheek, if she was really beautiful I would try and kiss her on the lips, and call her immediately after I leave the diner.” Harry smiled and began to blush a little bit. He closed his eyes and leaned in, our lips brushed together once and I pulled away.

“Good technique,” I began cleaning the table again, Harry just stood there in amazement. “You should really try it sometime, on someone else.” I said.

“What?” He asked, totally confused.

“I don't wanna kiss you Harry,” I looked up at him, “sorry.” Table number five.

“Uhh, okay. May I ask why?” Harry sat down at the table with his arms crossed, he was staring at me, just waiting for an answer.

“Well for starters, I just met you five minutes ago. If I did kiss you, the car ride home would be awkward-” he cut me off.

“Car ride home?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I figured you didn't have a ride since you were being hunted by those girls. So I kinda have to give you a ride home,” I said.

“Fair enough,” he added, “go on.”

“Alright.” I moved onto table number six. “I know enough about who you are to understand that you will hit on any girl you see, and that includes me.”

“Oh so you're one of those people that just assume that I'm a womanizer.” Harry rolled his eyes and looked at the wall.

“I know it's rude to assume things, but you've given me no reason to believe otherwise.” I shrugged my shoulders at him and began walking to the final table. He seemed upset by what I said, and that made me feel horrible. I really didn't mean to upset him, I was just being honest.

“Oh, I guess that's understandable.” He frowned.

“Look, I' m sorry,” I began. “I didn't mean it like that, I just-” he cut me off once again.
“I get it. It's whatever,” now I feel bad. Harry looked away from me, and I did the same. Just finish these last two tables, drive him home, and then this will all be over. I thought. Way to disappoint another person...

 

There was a long silence between us. It felt unsettling and wrong. This isn't the type of person I am, I don't want to leave things like that.

“I really am sorry,” I breathed, he looked up at me. “You didn't deserve to hear that. It was really rude and I am so sorry,” I finished up the last of the tables, and I could finally get out of here. Without the silence, this diner was hell.

“Let's just forget about it,” Harry offered me a small smile, I returned it. “Including the almost kiss,” he said. We both chuckled, but something in the back of my mind told me I wouldn't be able to forget about it.

“Lets get outta here,” I said. But before I could even grab my keys and open the door, Harry grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

“The girls?” He pointed to the door, and that's when I heard the screaming again. Unbelievable.. I couldn't even hear the girls' screaming until just now. And it's not like they left, I just forgot about them. Weird.

“Okay,” I said. “Go through the door over there, and meet me at the back entrance.” He nodded and I couldn't help but watch as he walked through the door.

 

*Harry's POV*

She was beautiful. And I mean absolutely stunning. With her silky, curly brown hair flowing to the middle of her back, and her deep brown eyes, and her body.. Oh god don't even get me started on her body. This girl could be a model! And her name was as gorgeous as she was. Tessa.... Why would you try and kiss her!? You're a fool! She's obviously not interested. Did you hear what she said about you? She's one of those people that thinks you're a “womanizer”. She will never love you.

 

But something kept pulling me towards her, I've never felt anything like it before. I just had to be next to her all the time. She was just so beautiful. I walked to the back door and waited for her car. The girls outside were nuts. They chased me for at least three blocks, and Louis still had my phone with him, and the car, so I was completely defenseless. Thank god Tessa was here. I don't wanna run all the way back to the house. And, I got to meet the most stunning girl on the planet. Go check the stores hours so you can see her again. I thought. There was a calender on the wall next to me, so I turned to look at it. And there was her name, under every single day of the week except for Sundays, 2-10 pm. I quickly took a picture of it on my phone. This felt wrong. I feel like a creep.

 

The headlights on her car began to flicker on and off, I guess that meant I should get outside. You could tell she was tired, her eyes were heavy and she just looked weak. So fragile that with one mere touch, you could break her into a million tiny pieces. It was probably because she was working six days a week for nine hours. I felt bad for her. I feel like I could do something to ease the stress from my flawless Cinderella. And as I got into the car and sat next to her, I decided that's exactly what I was going to do.

 

*Tessa's POV*

Harry got into the car, deep in thought. I wondered what he was thinking about. If he was like me, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about how truly perfect he was. His brown curls flowing across his face, and his green eyes that could light up the entire planet. His warm body pressed up against me, and his perfect lips lightly brushing mine. Stop, you can't fall for him. He's a big shot celebrity that only falls in love with a bottle of vodka and whores. You're just a stupid waitress with way too much on her plate. He doesn't need your sob story, he's busy with his own life. You can't be with him. I sighed and looked at the gas pedal.

“What's wrong?” He looked over to me.

“Uhh nothing, it's just cold in here. Where do you live?” I asked. Harry told me his address and gave me his jacket.

“It's okay,” I said. “You can wear it.”

“No, you seem freezing. I'm okay, you wear my jumper,” he smiled at me.

“Jumper?” I chuckled.

“Yeah, it's what you call it in England.” He laughed.

“I have never heard that before,” I said, backing out of the parking lot.

“Then you've never talked to a proper Englishmen,” he said.

“Touche,” I said.

“So take my jumper!” Harry laughed.

“Only if you call it a jacket!” We pulled up to a red light.

“Fine! Take my jacket!”

“Fine!” I turned around and he put the jacket on me. I saw his reflection in my window, he was smiling. Butterflies stirred in my stomach.

“Thanks,” I said.

“No problem,” his jacket was warm, and it smelled nice too. We were going to be at his house in less than five minutes. I didn't want him to go, he was so easy to talk to. Remember what you said, you can't be with him. And besides, you love Nico. I looked at the cars passing by, not knowing if I missed Nico or not. Harry broke the silence.

“I hope this wasn't too much trouble for you,” Harry reached for my hand. I let him take it, his hand was huge.

“Not at all, I only live down the block from your house.” He smiled, I let out a small smile too.

“Good to know,” he said.

“And what's that supposed to mean?” I asked, he laughed at me. “Do you plan on stalking me?” I giggled.

“No, but I do plan on taking you out.” He said.
“Oh do you?” I looked over to him, Harry was looking down, even blushing a little.

“If you don't mind, yeah. I'm gonna take you out tomorrow night.” We pulled up to his house. There were a few lights on, and two cars parked in the driveway.

I laughed, “you are very straight forward.”

“I know! Now give me your number so I can call you tomorrow.” He smiled at me and squeezed my hand.
“I don't think so,” I said.

“Why not?” He laughed.

“Well for one thing, I'm working all day tomorrow!” He rolled his eyes. “And because I'm interested in someone else!” The smile disappeared from his face and I regretted saying it immediately.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.

“No, but we're getting pretty serious and-” he cut me off.

“Then I still got a shot!” He smiled. “Bye babe!” He kissed me on the cheek quickly, I felt myself blush. “Keep the jumper!” Harry winked at me and laughed. I wanted to watch him walk inside but I couldn't. I pulled out of his driveway and drove home.

 

*Harry's POV*

I watched her drive away, she was so adorable. She blushed when I kissed her cheek, that's how I knew that I would visit her at work tomorrow. You forgot the fact that she's getting serious with someone else, you have to respect that. Although, technically, I don't. She's not dating anyone, so I can make her mine. That's exactly what I'm going to do. As I was walking up the stairs to my room, Niall came up to me.
“Watcha thinkin' about mate?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I smiled and walked away.

“You liar! It's a girl isn't it!?” He laughed at me.

“No! Go away!” A big smile covered my face, I couldn't help it. Even the fact that she rejected me was hot! She's really, really hot.

“AWE GUYS! HARRY'S IN LOVE!” Niall started cracking up laughing.

Louis came running into my room, “AWE HARRY! THAT'S ADORABLE! IS SHE PRETTY? WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE? IS SHE NICE?” He kept asking me questions, sarcastically fluttering his eyelashes, and messing up my hair. I laughed.

“Get off mate!” I pushed him out of my room, locked my door and went to sleep. If I was lucky, Tessa would fill my dreams tonight. I smiled when I saw her face pop up in my mind.

 

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