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?


11. What if they are right?

Summer Love

Chapter Ten - What if they are right?


They say time flies when your having fun. It’s true, but I wish it wasn’t. This summer had been the best one of my life and now in two short weeks, it would be all over. Harry would have to go back to the United Kingdom. I have to go to University and start a career. Harry and I will have to break up. The one problem is I don’t want to have that conversation with Harry. The conversation that will end everything we have.


Harry and I were sitting on the couch at his home watching a movie with the rest of the boys. Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie all had to go home for a few days, but they will back later tonight or tomorrow. We were watching Toy Story 3, Liam’s idea, and we were at the end where Andy was playing with his toys one final time. I always tear up at that part. Harry looked down at me,

“Awe Summer. Don’t cry.” He cooed.

“Sorry, this part is just sad. Especially since I grew up with Toy Story and now it’s over.”

“Awe,” Harry said and pulled me in close, “Don’t worry, nothing is ever over.”

When he said that, I knew the big thing he was talking about was the movie, but for some reason, I felt that he was also talking about us. I buried my head into his neck.

“I love you Harry.”
“I love you too Summer. No matter what happens.”

He was thinking about the future too. I bit my lip to try and hold back my tears. Just then Harry’s phone rang. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID and an irritated expression crossed his face. He turned to me,

“One sec. I just need to get this,” he said as he got up and left the room. The boys all looked at each other, exchanging worried glances.

“Do you guys know who it is?” I asked

“Sadly, I think we do.” Zayn said.

“Who is it?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Niall said, sending Zayn a warning glance.

“So why do you guys look worried?”

“It’s probably nothing. Just don’t worry about it.” Liam said

“Okayyyy…” I replied. I dropped the conversation, but it was still bothering me. Who was on the other line of that phone

The guys and I all stayed in silence so that we could at least hear Harry’s end of the conversation,

“Hello? … What do you want? … Why? … Can’t you just tell me now? … I’m trying to hang out with my girlfriend and my band mates … Fine … Do I bring her too? … Okay … Bye.”

Harry came back in the room and we pretended the guys and I had been talking. When Harry came and sat beside me, I turned to him,

“Harry who was on the phone?” I asked

Harry sighed, “No one important, but I have to go out for a few hours. You can stay here and hang out with the guys.”
“Oh alright.” I said, feeling worried.

“But can I talk to you in private for a sec?”
“Sure.” I said. I stood up and then helped him up then he led me into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

“What’s up Harry?”

“Look, I’ve had an amazing summer with you. You are everything to me Summer, but in two weeks, I have to go back to the UK and you have to go to Yale.”

“Harry,” I began. I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes; “I really don’t want to talk about this now.”

“I know, and I’m not going to give you the full conversation. I just want to tell you right here, right now, no matter what happens, EVER, remember what I am saying to you right now. I love you more than anything and nothing can stop that. We could be separated by a wall or by an ocean, that doesn’t matter. You changed me and for that I thank you. I love you so much Summer, more than you will ever know. So that’s why you have to know that whatever happens at the end of the summer is for the best. Okay?” Harry said. I could see the tears brimming on his eyelids. I was full out bawling now,

“Okay Harry. I love you too.” Harry gave me a sad smile and pulled me in for a hug. That hug defiantly lingered for a long time. Made me worry that it could possibly be our last. Then finally he pulled away and gave me a small peck on the lips,

“I have to go now. Please hang out with the guys and be here when I get home.”

“Okay. I’ll be here don’t worry.”
“And no falling in love with one of them and forgetting about me.” Harry joked.

I let out a jokingly irritated sigh, “Fineeeee.”

Harry laughed and then gave me one more kiss. Then he left the kitchen and a minute later, I heard the front door close. I sat there at the kitchen for a few minutes, just processing what Harry said. Something was defiantly wrong, I just didn’t know what. Knowing who had been on the other end of that phone call sure would help. I stayed there, continuing to think of what could possibly be going on when Louis walked in.

“Hey Summer.” he said quietly.

“Hey Lou. So are you going to tell me what’s going on? Because I know something is wrong and I know you know what it is.”

“You’re right. I know what’s going on, but I can’t tell you. Just don’t worry, Harry won’t let anything bad happen.”
“Wait? Is something going to happen to Harry? Lou you are really starting to freak me out.” I sobbed.

Louis wrapped his arms around me, “Shhhh love. Don’t cry, please. We hate seeing you cry. Especially Harry.”
“I just wish I knew what I was going on so that I could help him.”

“Look, Summer, even if the worst possible scenario for what is happening right now happens, there is nothing you can do about it. Now can you come back into the living room with the rest of us? We are going to watch Finding Nemo.”

I let out a deep sigh, “Okay.”


We all sat there and watched Finding Nemo, and when that was over, we started doing some karaoke. I was having so much fun I had practically forgotten about how worried I was about Harry. Sadly all of those worries came back when I heard the door open. We continued to sing, but when I noticed Harry standing in the doorway to the living room, I dropped my microphone. Harry was standing there, his eyes all red and puffy and tearstains on his cheeks. I could tell he tried to cover it up, but he failed. By then, all of the guys had stopped singing and were looking at Harry. I was about to speak, but Harry spoke first,

“Louis, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yea. Sure.” Louis said and put down his microphone. He followed Harry into the kitchen. Zayn, Liam and Niall all approached the wall to try and listen, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what they were saying and I honestly didn’t want to.

After they had been in the kitchen for about 15 minutes, I decided I should head home, so I said bye to Liam, Niall and Zayn. As I was standing in the front hall, tying up my converse, the sound of Louis and Harry’s conversation drifted over to me,

“That’s the thing Lou! I don’t want to be without her. I’d rather die.” I heard Harry cry.

“Then don’t. Ignore what they said.” Louis replied

“But what if they are right? What if it’s best for her if I just…” Harry paused, “… If I just break up with her?”

I couldn’t take another word. I quickly ran out the door as the tears fell freely down my cheeks.

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