Can You Keep A Secret?

Spencer labled guys in three categories, players, nerds, and just flat out stupid. When One Direction move next door, she lables them under players. But what if her judgement was wrong? Once she tells them her darkest secrets, things go hectic. Can they keep a scecret, or will it spill all over the place?


10. Right Here, Right Now

“I love that pink dress that you got.” I said while carrying my bags inside. Maria followed in behind me.

“I can’t believe the deal I got on it!” She said happily. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Harry sitting at my kitchen table.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” I asked, confused. My Mom walked over to him and gave him a mug full of tea. He thanked her and looked at me.

“Harry wanted to visit you. I told him that you were out, and that he could stay until you came back.” My mother said happily. I smiled at her and had a puzzled expression on my face.

“Um Harry, want to talk in my room?” I asked nervously, pointing up the stairs. He nodded his head, and we climbed up the stairs. I closed my door and looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk about last night.” Harry said while running his hands through his hair. I crossed my arms and sighed.

“What about it?” I asked. He looked at me, his extraordinary emerald eyes locked on my boring, dull blue ones. He was nervous, I could tell. He took a deep breath.

“Will you go out with me?” He asked, his words jumping out of his mouth. I smiled, and started twirling my hair around my index finger (It was one of my nervous habits). I smiled and looked down at the floor. I let out a girly giggle. “Could you please say something?” He said nervously. I walked up to him and pressed my lips against his. His weren’t as soft as Liam’s; they were tenser, not as sweet. He put his hands on my jaw line, and I put my hands around his neck. We both pulled away and I smiled. I pressed my forehead against his. I noticed things that I haven’t before. He had light brown freckles on his nose and a few on his cheeks; his nose was a tad bit crooked, it was cute. He had a sparkle in his eye.

“Does that answer your question?” I asked as cutely as I possibly could. He pretended to consider it for a second.

“Sure.” He replied. We both smiled and I kissed him again, passionately. He pulled away, and we just stared at each other. Wait, I thought that I liked Liam? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am right here, right now, and that I should enjoy it. And I did. I pushed his brown curls out of his face.

“So, how about tomorrow at 7?” I asked. He smiled.

“Sounds good.” Harry said, and then turned around to leave.

“Wait, Harry.” I said, and he looked at me puzzled. I walked up to him and kissed him. “See you tomorrow at 7.”







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