Summer Love

Summer hasn't thought about what happened all those years ago for a very long time, but those memories are forced back to her when her 17-year-old daughter, Darcy, needs to write a story based on something that actually happened. As these memories come back, will Summer have to re-think everything she did that summer and in the end, did she make the right choice?


10. Fight

Summer Love

Chapter Nine - Fight


--Back to Present--

“He told you he loved you in front of millions of people?” Darcy asked

“Yup. That’s how much he loved me, enough to let the whole world know… literally.”

“So what happened when you got home?”

“Well, as soon as I got off the plane, I sprinted to baggage claim to get my bags to go home and see Harry, but there was a surprise already there for me…


--Return to flashback--


There he was. Standing there next to the baggage trolley where y luggage would come out, holding a dozen pink, red and white roses. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. The first thing he said to me was,

“I love you Summer. More than anything.”

“I love you too Harry.” I said with a big smile.


Harry took me out for a lovely dinner that evening. We went to a really fancy restaurant and then for a walk on the boardwalk. As we walked hand in hand, I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine,

“Well look what we have here. Hello lovebirds.”

I froze and turned around, shooting him an annoyed look, “What do you want Andrew?”

“Nothing, I just saw my ex-slut walking around and I wanted to see if she moved on to her next one-night stand. Apparently she hasn’t.” he replied cockily. I looked up at Harry. His expression would make you think he was going to explode,

“What did you just call her?” he grumbled.

“I just called her a slut.” Andrew replied, “Whatchya gonna do about it?”

Harry dropped my hand and started to walk towards Andrew.

“Ohhhh big tough guy come to fight me.” Andrew mocked. I shot Andrew a glare,

“Andrew, just stop. And Harry drop it, he’s not worth it.”

Harry just ignored me and the next thing I saw was a fist contacting Andrew’s jaw.
“HARRY!” I scolded. I knew that Andrew is very capable of killing Harry and now Andrew probably would. The next thing I knew, fists were flying everywhere. Some missed, others were straight on hits. Then I saw a camera flash. The damn paparazzi were here. I tried yelling at them to go away, but they wouldn’t. They finally did when I threatened to break their cameras and they left quickly. Words were being yelled, like Harry telling him that I’m not a slut and that he treated me horribly and Andrew was calling Harry a womanizer and that I could do a million times better than him. That froze Harry and then all of a sudden, Andrew’s fist connected with Harry’s temple and Harry was on the ground.

“HARRY!” I cried. I ran up to him, but before I could reach him, Andrew grabbed my wrist, “LET GO OF ME ANDREW!” I screamed. He just stood there and spoke calmly,

“You know, right now I could just take you. You and I can run off together and I can show you how to be properly treated by a man.” Then he started to kiss my neck, so I kneed him in his groin. He quickly jolted away.

“Fuck off Andrew. Now.” I mumbled and then Andrew was gone. I quickly ran up to Harry, “Hazz… wake up… please don’t be dead.” I checked his pulse and saw that he was still breathing, so that was relief. He probably has a slight concussion, but we will get that checked when he wakes up. First I call Sandra,

“Hey Sandra?”

“Summer? Hi what’s up?”

“Um, Harry got hurt, so there is a chance I will stay with him tonight or I’ll just be home really late. Is that alright?”

“Let me check with your father… yup he said he’s alright with it. He trusts you two. Hope Harry feels better.”

“Thanks Sandra. Love you.”
“Love you too hun.”

Next, I need to call the guys. I didn’t know who would be home, so I just called the house instead of their cellphones. Liam picked up,


“Hey, Liam?”

“Oh hey Summer. What’s up?”

“Um, okay well this is a little hard to explain, so I will give you a long-story-short: Harry got in a fight and now he is unconscious so I need you and whoevers home to drive down to the boardwalk near Emilio’s and help me get him back to your place.”

Liam let out a deep sigh, “Alright, we are all on our way.”


About five minutes later, I saw the guys pull up in Harry’s Range Rover because it was the biggest car the guys had. Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn all jumped out and ran over to Harry and I.

“Is he alright?” Niall asked.

“Well, he is breathing and his pulse is normal, but he did suffer a punch right to the temple, so he may have a concussion, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.” I replied.

“Okay lads, on three.” Louis said. I hadn’t even noticed them all circle around Harry.

“One… two… three!” Louis counted and they all lifted Harry up and started towards the car. I followed them close behind. Once we got to the car, Louis looked up at me,

“Summer, can you just slide in? We want to rest Harry’s head on your lap for support.”

“Okay.” I nodded and hopped into the car. The boys slid Harry in and gently rested his head on my lap. Then Zayn and Niall slid into the back of the car and Liam and Louis went into the front. During the ride home, I told them about Andrew and how Harry got defensive when he called me a slut and the fight.

When we got back to the boys’ place, they carried Harry up to his room and laid him on the bed.

“Do you want us to help you take care of him?” Zayn asked.

“No, it’s alright. It’s late, you boys go to bed.” I replied

“You sure?” Liam asked

“Positive. Go to bed.”

The boys just shrugged and then split off to their rooms. I walked into Harry’s bathroom and grabbed a few wet cloths. One to place on his head, like when people have a fever, and a few others to clean off the blood on his face and hands.

When Harry was mostly cleaned off. I felt him start to wake up,

“Harry?” I said lightly. Moments later, his eyes fluttered open,

“Oh hey babe. What happened?”

“You got into a fight with my ex and he punched you in the temple, causing you to pass out.”

“Oh yea. I remember now. I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For fighting with him. I know you didn’t want me to.”

“Harry, I only didn’t want you fighting him because I didn’t want you getting hurt. I was actually kind of impressed with how you stuck up for me.”

“He was calling you a slut. I needed to show him he was wrong.”

I smiled and gave Harry a small kiss, “Are you hurting anywhere babe?”

“My knuckles hurt and I have a headache, but other than that, I don’t feel too bad.”

“Do you think you have a concussion?”

“Doesn’t feel like it. I’ve had concussions before. I think I’m good.”

“Okay, that’s good. Well if you are feeling fine, I should head home.” I said and I started to get up, but I felt one of Harry’s big hands pull me down,

“Summer, it’s midnight, it’s too late for you to go home. Just stay here with me tonight… please?”

I turned around and looked at Harry, who was giving me a puppy-dogface. I let out a sigh of defeat, “Fine… I’ll stay, for you. But I don’t have any PJs.”

“Top drawer I have some sweatpants and you can grab a shirt from my closet. You can change in the bathroom.”

I found a pair of blue sweats and a grey shirt. I went into the bathroom and changed. When I came out, Harry was out cold again. I quietly got in his bed on the other side and just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt Harry wrap his arm around me,

“I love you Summer.” Harry whispered

“I love you too Hazz.”

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