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?


9. Real or Not Real

Summer Love

Chapter Eight - Real or Not Real


“COME ON SUMMER WE ARE GOING TO MISS YOUR FLIGHT!!!” my dad yelled from downstairs.

“I’m coming. I’m coming, I was just making sure I have everything.” I say as I come downstairs with my bag.

“Okay, let’s go before we miss our flight.” Sandra said and we left.


By the time we got past security, we still had another two hours until our flight. Kristy complained the whole time that she was hungry, so I got up and went to a little Subway that I had seen near our gate. As I was ordering our subs, I heard a familiar British accent call me,

“Summer? Is that you?”

I turned around and smiled when our eyes met, “Zayn?”

The guy at the counter handed me my subs and I went to see Zayn. I gave him a hug, “Zayn, what are you doing here? I thought your flight left, like two hours ago.”

“Our flight got delayed, we board in a few minutes. What about you?”
“Oh I am going back to Nebraska for a wedding with my family.”
“Oh sounds like fun. What gate are you at?”

“Gate number twelve. What about you guys?”

“Um,” Zayn thought for a minute, “I think we are at gate thirteen.”
“Hey that’s right beside ours. I’m surprised I didn’t see you when you walked in.”

Just then I heard the PA System announce, “Flight 682 from Miami to LAX is now boarding, can all first class passengers please board now.”

“Oh, that’s us. I should head back to the guys.” Zayn said

“Okay, say hi to them for me.”

“Will do.” Zayn replied. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then left. I went into a convenience store to buy some gum, water and treats for the three and a half-hour flight.

When I got back to our gate, I handed out the subs and soon enough, it was time to board.


The flight was incredibly un-eventful. Kristy and I played games on her iPad the whole time. I am so excited for this trip to Nebraska; I haven’t been home in years. When we landed, someone was calling my dad,

“Hello? … Yes? … Where? … You didn’t have to, we could’ve taken a cab … Well that’s very nice of you, just wait ten minutes and we’ll meet you there … Okay, bye.” He hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Kristy asked.

“You remember Ms. Bennett?” my dad asked

“Yep, isn’t she the one getting married?”

“Yea, her son, an old friend of Summer’s, is coming to pick us up.”

My head shot up. Emma Bennett’s son is Kyle. Kyle was my best friend when we were seven. I really missed him and was excited to see him.


“KYLE!!!!!” I yelled as I ran up to him and leaped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. Next to Harry, his hugs are the best.

“How’ve you been Summertime?” he asked. He always called that, but I never knew why.

“I’ve been great Kyle. And yourself?”

“Can’t complain. I got into Berkley.”

“Really? That’s fantastic. I’m going to Yale in the fall.”

“Yale? God, you’ve wanted to go there for as long as I can remember.” Kyle said. Finally the rest of my family caught up to us and we left for Kyle’s house, because they refused to let us stay in a hotel.


The wedding was tomorrow. Tonight Emma was having her bachelorette party and her fiancée, Jack, was having his bachelor party. Kristy was hanging out with some old friends so it was just Kyle and I. We’d hung out all yesterday and I could’ve swore that I saw a bunch of paps taking pictures, but Kyle thought I was just being crazy.

We were walking down to Starbucks when a magazine cover caught my eye. The headline was: Sarry Stason or Summe and Mystery Man? And it had a picture of me and Harry walking and holding hands and then a picture of Kyle and I just walking. We were standing close to each other in the picture, but we weren’t holding hands or anything.

I quickly picked up the magazine and opened it up to the article and read it out loud to Kyle,

“Summer Mason has been seen with Harry Styles for a few weeks now and we are all pretty sure the two are an item, but now, we aren’t so sure. While One Direction headed to Hollywood to be on the Ellen Show, Summer was seen in Nebraska walking around town with a mystery boy. So was Sarry all an act? Or is Summer cheating on the One Direction hunk-” I couldn’t even finish reading, “Seriously!?” I yelled, “How are these people so stupid? ‘Oh no! Summer seen walking with another man, they must be dating’” I mocked. Kyle started laughing,

“Wow, these paps will do anything to get a story.”

“Yea… I wonder if I should call Harry just to make sure he knows.”

“I’m sure he already does, but yea, you go. I actually have a date with- do you remember Hanna?”

“Yea, you’ve been in love with her since you were five.”

“Well I have a date with her, so I should go.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at the house.” I replied

“See you.” Kyle said as he gave me a quick hug. I started walking home and I pulled out my phone to call Harry. He picked up on the second ring,


“Harry? Hey it’s me. Summer.”

“Oh, it’s the cheater.” he said flatly

“No Harry, I’m not cheating, Kyle is just an old friend and-” I stammered, but Harry cut me off, laughing,

“Summer, Summer. Chill. I’m just kidding. I know you aren’t cheating. There is no proof.”

I took a deep sigh of relief, “Oh good, I was scared you actually thought I was cheating.”

“I didn’t, but I have to go. I have the show tomorrow.”

“Okay Harry, I’ll call you later.”

“Bye babe.” Harry says and I hang up the phone.


**After the wedding**


The wedding and reception were finally over. We all crashed into the house, really tiered, even though it was only 4PM. I had just changed out of my dress when Sandra knocked on my door,

“Hey Summer? The boys’ interview is on. Your dad, Jack, Emma, Kyle, Kristy and I are all watching it. Do you want to come join?”

“Yup, let’s go.” I say jumping up and following her downstairs.


The boys joked around with Ellen; they talked about Niall and her being like twins and other stuff when Ellen brought up Harry and I,

“So Harry,” Ellen began, “Before you boys came on, I was getting a bunch of tweets on questions to ask you guys and the one question I got a lot was about you.”

“What was it?” Harry asked, though I’m pretty sure he knew already.

“You and Summer Mason. You two have been seen together a lot over the past few weeks. So can you confirm for us; is Sarry Stason real or… um, not real?”

A big smile came across Harry’s face, “It’s real.”

I felt a smile come across my face and I felt a blush run up my cheeks.

“What took you so long to confirm the relationship?” Ellen asked next.

“Well first I wanted to officially ask her to be my girlfriend… and I knew that she had a problem with a past boyfriend and her dad became very protective of her. I felt that it would be important to her to get her dad’s blessing before telling the world about us.” Harry replied.

“Awe Hazz.” Louis and Liam cooed

“Wow. Why did you go to so much trouble for one girl? You’ve never done this before.” Ellen said

“I went to so much trouble for her because she is special. I’ve never done this before because I’ve never met a girl like her before. I love her.”

I could’ve swore that my heart stopped. Harry, in front of millions of people, just said he loved me. I pulled out my phone and texted Harry,

< To Hazz<3 : I love you too. :) > and then I looked back at the screen to see Harry pulling out his phone and then smiling when he must’ve seen my text.

“What are you smiling about Harry?” Niall asked

“She loves me too.”

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