Kayle was a regular girl who lived in North Carolina. The only thing she cared about is her studies. Her dad soon got engaged to a rich, British lady. Since she was getting transferred, it all means: new school, new home, new friends, new teachers, and a whole new life. As she began her journey at school, she encountered a boy who she soon fallen in love with and showed what life was all about but another guy also captured her heart. Now it's up to her to decide who she really wants to be with


16. Together

That was probably the sweetest thing I had ever heard. Those words were still ringing through my head. I got up and stared at Harry with tears in my eyes. "Harry...that was the  sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me..." I look down, whipping my tears away. Harry grabbed my chin, looking deeply into my eyes. He rubbed my cheeks, then trace my lips. "Your lips...they are so perfect.." My bangs were falling down. Harry saw the single strip of hair, holding it, and then tucking it behind my ear. He hand cupped my face perfectly. "Kayle, I have been wanting to say this to you ever since I saw you at that club. I like you. A lot. You have no idea how much I have been thinking about you. My heart pounds against my chest like a hammer whenever I'm with you. My hands get all sweaty, my stomach tosses and turn from the butterflies I'll be getting. I want you. I want you to be with me. Forever." A new set of tears starting falling down my rosy cheeks and into his hands. I was too speechless from what he had said but I've managed to say his name, "Harry..." With a quick movement, his lips went crashing down to mine. Our lips went in the same movement. Harry's tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I agreed to let him in. Now our tongues are happily playing with each other. We let go of each other, gasping for air. " mine." His voice gave a raspy growled, under his breath. I had given a moment to think about this. One side of me wants to say no but the other side wants to say yes. I like him, there's no doubt about that, he feels the same way, plus we've been kissing each other like we are already dating. But I want to focus on my studies though. If I want to keep my perfect grades and go to a good College, I'll have to only focus on my studies. Nothing else. Just school. I've decided to follow what I truly believe. I tackled Harry down. I was now on top of him. Our faces were inches away and I could see my reflection off of Harry's big, emerald eyes. I rested my forehead on his, my nose sweetly rubbing against his. "Yes, Harry. I will be yours." Harry instantly grab my face and made contact with my lips once again. But this kiss was a heavier kiss. We would gasps for air but our lips never lost contact of each other. We finally let go and stared into each other's eyes until we have fallen asleep.  



I woke up on a bed when I could have sworn I fell asleep on the floor with Harry. Last night felt like a dream. The kissing, the confession, the starlight. Everything was too good to be true. I rolled over to see a note.

To: my Princess 

Good Morning Beautiful. I'm sorry I'm not with you right now. I have to go get something but I'll be home as soon as possible. Remember, you'll always be in my heart and you'll always be my princess.xx  

From: your prince Harry

My heart fluttered at ease. I'm still at Liam's flat. I need to get home and reunite with my family and my studies.


I was in the kitchen, cooking some food when everything became dark. I soon realize that a pair of hands covered my eyes. "Uh who's this?" I demanded but not rudely. No answer. I placed my hands on the hands that were covering my eyes. They were strong hands. I heard a deep raspy chuckle. "Harry? Is that you?" I stuttered, hoping that it is him and not a killer. The pair of hands soon fell down, letting me see the kitchen again. I turned around to see a dimple face on Harry. "Harry!" I jumped on him, embracing him. Since he was so strong, he holds onto my legs firmly. He carried me off to the living and crash down onto the couch. "Hello wifey." He said sweetly. "Harry, I'm not your wife." I giggled silently. "Not yet." He smirked then planting a kiss on my nose. I giggled. My hands and legs were still wrapped around Harry's toned body. Next thing you know, me and Harry were now in a make out session. His warm, puffy lips were absolutely irresistible. You can't get enough of those perfect lips. Our lips soon lost contact but his lips went traveling down my neck, leaving love bites on them. I felt his hot breath and his curls tickling my neck. I bit my bottom lip, holding back a moan. I couldn't hold it back much longer. A moan soon escaped my lips causing Harry to laugh under his breath. He stop for moment and whispered in my ears, "You're so... delicate."

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