Over Again (18+)

Camille's relationship with Harry was perfect until she was torn and cheated. Things got worse after Harry found out and troubles came over. Before everything has fixed, another troubles came again and broke hearts into pieces. Trust was broken, friendship was betrayed. Could Camille make everything straight and start this over again?

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31. First Date I

A/N: Thanks for reading! And sorry for the long wait.. Well this chapter is long so I divided it in three parts. Whoa, I know that's massive! I worked very hard on this chapter and spent a lot of time, so I hope you'll like it (:

(Well sorry if you think that long chapter is boring lol)

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HARRY'S POV

It had been a day since Taylor shot Dan's feet and I was heading out of the hospital after visited Dan. His condition was getting better but he was still struggled to walk so the doctor recommended him to stay at the hospital for three days.

I exhaled deeply, then turned the radio on to get rid of the silence since I was alone. It was  Madhouse by Little Mix. I rocked my head back and forth and sang along the song. I loved the song, especially the beat that would bring your spirit up. But actually my favorite song from them was Stereo Soldier, but only when I listened to it using headphones (A/N: For you who don't realize or don't know about the song, listen to Stereo Soldier using headphones! But place the right and left headphone in the right ear). Thoughts of Little Mix made me chuckled, remembering how Zayn was always demanded us to buy Little Mix's album. It was funny the way he promoted his girlfriend's album passionately. I liked all of the songs in DNA album, but it was annoying that Zayn kept asking us to buy the album, even though I already had two. And Paul had three DNA albums because of him.

I was so excited for today, this afternoon. I had planned the first date with Leigh, and I couldn't wait for that. I wanted the date to be the date she would never forget. I drove a few blocks then stopped in front of our house, not bothering to park my car inside. I entered the house and it was strangely quiet. Heck, where was everyone?

I found Louis in the living room, watching The Voice rerun. I stepped inside then sat beside him.

"Hey, Lou," I spoke.

"Harreh!" Louis exclaimed jovially.

"Looks like someone's happy today," I winked.

"Where have you been?" he asked, ignoring my comment.

"Visited Dan," I replied shortly. "Where are the others?"

"Liam's out with Dani, Zayn's with Perrie, and Niall's sleeping in his room," Louis replied.

"Anyway, where have you been last night?" I asked back, recalled that last night he wasn't home.

"At Camille's," Louis replied then fixed his gaze on the telly. I saw his cheek flushed red.

"Whoa, heated night, eh?" I chuckled and Louis' face turned redder.

"Pervert!" Louis threw a pillow from the sofa at my face. I laughed and grabbed the pillow.

"So I'm right, aren't I?" I pinched his cheek.

"Nope," he popped the 'p'.

"Then?" I raised my eyebrow. "I'm sure you and Camille did something last night," I winked.

"Her dad was home last night," Louis told me. "Of course we didn't want him to freak out if we do something," he continued, put emphasis on the last word and messed with my curls. It was my turn to blush. I remembered the night when I escaped and ran to Camille's house. I had loud sex with her and her dad heard it. I laughed then buried my face onto the pillow so Louis didn't see my red face.

I lifted my head then glanced at the clock. I told Leigh that I'd pick her up at 12 afternoon, so I had 2 hours to get ready. I stood up and walked to my room to have shower and get ready.

"Where are you going?" Louis' question stopped me.

"Getting ready for a date with Leigh," I replied then looked at the ground and smiled sheepishly.

"Aww, first date, eh?" Louis cooed and winked. I nodded then continued walking towards my room, smiling at the ground. 

Hopefully today would be a great day.

 

LEIGH'S POV

I was messing in my closet, picking what outfit I was going to wear for the first date with Harry. The date was at midday and I assumed it was going to be hot, so I had to wear a thin.. dress, maybe? Honestly I would like to wear jeans and a T-shirt instead because it was more comfortable but it was the first date and (I wish) it would be special so I decided to wear a dress.

My eyes scanned my dress collections to find the dress I wanted. Finally I found it, the dress was simple and I liked it. It was a polka-dot dress, white dress with small black dots that ended a few inches above my knees that didn't show my curves too much. It had thin straps and showed my bare shoulder. I let my long wavy blonde untied and fell to the front left side of my shoulder. A flat dark blue shoes fit perfectly in my feet. 

After finished dressing up I applied light make up on my face. I just applied thin foundation on my face and mascara, then put a pink lipstick on my lips. I had cute gold and silver bracelets on my left wrist, also matching earrings. I let my neck without any necklace because I couldn't find any matching necklace in my dresser that would fit. Then I waked up to my cupboard to take my dark blue purse.


I glanced t the clock, 11:40 AM. Harry would be here soon, and thankfully I had done getting ready. I walked around my motel room whilst humming my favorite song, Pretty Brown Eyes by Cody Simpson. Even though I had green eyes, this song was always my favorite.

A few moments later I heard a knock on the door. It must had been Harry. I took a deep breath and braced myself then walked towards the front door of my motel room. Before opened the door I glanced at the clock, he was 7 minutes early. I swung the door open and found a beautiful curly haired boy leaning on the door frame. He looked breath taking with red shirt and stone colored chinos, with blazer that was his signature style.

"Hey," I smiled at him. Harry had his cheeky smile plastered on his face and locked his gaze on me, his eyes never left me. He stared at me from the top of my head to the edge of my toes, watched my appearance. I started to become insecure. Did I look bad? Was I that ugly so he looked at me like that?

"H-Harry?" I swallowed hard, tried to get rid of the lump in my throat.

"Uh, s-sorry," Harry stuttered. "Wow," he mumbled under his breath, I could barely hear that. "You look stunning," he complimented.

"Thanks," I replied and sighed in relief because I wasn't that bad. "Shall we go now?"

"Okay, let's go, princess," he said and took my hand then we walked hand in hand towards the parking lot where he had parked his black Range Rover.

We reached his car and he opened the passenger's door for me. I entered the car and placed my bum on the passenger's seat then Harry closed my door and walked around then entered the car, sat on the driver's seat next to me. He took something from the dashboard. It was a blinkers.

"I want you to wear this until we reach our destination," he smirked then handed me the blinkers.

"Why?" I pouted.

"I want this to be a surprise," he winked. I tried to protest but I realized that there was no use, so I just took the blinkers and wore it.

"Can you see it?" Harry asked after I had the blinkers to cover my eyes.

"I can't see anything, it's black," I pouted. I bet he was making silly faces in front of me to see if I could see it.

"Good," I could hear he smiled then started the engine and drove.

"Where are we going?" I asked in the middle of the car ride.

"I'm not telling," Harry replied then put his hand on my knee and squeezed it gently.

"Stop being mysterious, Harry," I said, folding my arms in front of my chest.

"Be patient, babe," he chuckled.

The rest of the car ride was silent. After a few minutes finally Harry stopped the car and turned the ignition off.

"You can open your eyes now," Harry singsonged.

I quickly removed the blinkers and looked around me. Oh my gosh, we were in Kew Gardens! I grinned widely him and he just cocked his eyebrow at me, smirking. How did he know that I was crazy about flowers and plants?

Harry hopped off the car then walked around to open the passenger's door for me. He offered his hand to me to help me get out of the car. I happily took his hand and we walked hand in hand towards the entrance.


A man stopped us when we were about to enter the front gate. He was probably around his 40's and had tall figure. He was big, and was wearing black shirt.

"Sorry, we're closed today," he said firmly in a deep voice.

My heart sunk as disappointment overwhelmed me. I was totally disappointed I couldn't visit Kew Gardens. It had been long time I hadn't been here, and I really loved this place. I let out a long sigh.

No wonder why it was deserted here. But I just didn't know that it was closed today, on Saturday. I bit my bottom lip in disappointment and looked at Harry who was talking to the man.

"We can visit this next time," I told Harry.

"Let's go inside," Harry took my hand and walked me through the man who opened the gate for us. I looked at him in confusion and he just smirked.

"Enjoy your visit," the man smiled and Harry muttered thanks at him. I was still puzzled.

"How did you get us in, Harry?" I asked.

"Does that matter?" Harry smirked. "The man told us to enjoy our visit, so why don't we just enjoy? Don't worry about it, babe. Everything's arranged," he kissed the top of my head.

"Wait," I spoke, and something was clicked on my mind. "You rent the whole place?"

"Yep," he replied, popped the 'p'. I stared at him in disbelief. This boy was crazy. The place is very huge, and he rent it just for us? He was insane!

"Come on, let's go to the greenhouse," Harry leaded me to Palm House. I looked around me in awe. There were a lot of colorful flowers, green plants and trees around. We walked in a small path towards the Palm House. There were grasses and bushes around the path, and sword lilies grew there. The flowers were gorgeous, with purple petals.

We entered the Palm House that was structured by magnificent glass and iron structures. It was warm inside, fortunately my dress was thin so I wouldn't get too hot.

There were plants from tropical rainforest there. The first plant I spotted was Lianas. It was a climbing woody vines that drape rainforest trees. It had its roots in the ground and climbing high into the tree canopy. There were a lot of large trees and the view was amazing.


We walked past mangroves trees, which had wide-spreading stilt roots that supported the trees in the tidal mud. We took pictures with my phone.

"I think it's enough for Palm House," I told Harry. He nodded and took my hand again, helped me walked through the roots that protruded in our way. We exited the Palm House then walked across the open field towards Temperate House. It was the largest greenhouse in Kew Gardens.

The house was very massive, it had world's plants in one place. We stood in the south wing where the African plants were. I took pictures of the plants. It was very beautiful. Then we walked to the rectangular hall that hosted sub-tropical trees and palms. I looked around in awe as my eyes were spoiled by the green trees in front of me, it was mesmerizing.

"It's beautiful, Harry," I spoke quietly.

"But nothing compared to your beauty," Harry kissed my neck and whispered against the skin of my neck. His hot breath fanned my skin, made the hair on my neck stood up and sent shivers down my spine.

I blushed then looked at the ground. He lifted my chin with his fingers and made me look at him. I stared at his emerald green orbs. They were so gorgeous. I could just stare at his eyes all day. He lean down so his eyes were at the same level as mine. Our face were just inches apart and his hot breath brushed against my face. I breathed in his relaxing scent.

I closed my eyes as Harry leaned again and decreased the gap between us, until our lips met. I wrapped my arms around his neck automatically and he had his arms around my waist. His thumbs rubbed circles on my waist in a comforting way. Our lips molded together in sync, and his strong arms pulled me closer to his body. I pulled his head towards me and deepened the kiss then he licked my bottom lip, asked for permission. I parted my lips a little bit and that was enough for him to slip his tongue inside my mouth. Goosebumps started to appear as his tongue touched mine and explored every inch of my mouth. Our tongue fought for dominance for a moment until we pulled away to get air.

My chest rose up and down as I tried to catch my breath, and so did he. His arms were still wrapped protectively around my waist and I could fee his heart pounded quickly, just like mine. I rolled my lips between my teeth and fixed my gaze on his green eyes that turned darker and was filled with lust and passion.

We stayed in that position for a few minutes until Harry stepped back and offered his hand to me.

"Let's walk again," he said as I took his hand. I nodded and walked to the north wing that contained temperate plants from Australia, New Zealand, Asia, and the Pacific. We walked around the north wing then exited the greenhouse.

"Are you tired, babe?" Harry asked. I just nodded and realized that I was so exhausted. I had walked around the huge place and my feet hurt a little bit.

"Let's take a ride on the Kew Explorer," he said then called a male employee that was standing not far from where we stood.

"Can I help you?" the employee asked politely. I glanced at his name label, it was Tony.

"Can we have a private Kew Explorer tour?" Harry demanded politely.

"Just a minute," Tony said then walked to a post. A few moments later a Kew Explorer train arrived and we hopped on.


The train didn't go on its regular route since there were no other visitors except us. Harry told the driver to go to Queen's Garden.

As soon as the train stopped in front of the Queen Garden we hopped off and the train waited for us. I stared at the garden in awe before entered. We walked around the Queen's Garden hand in hand. Harry squeezed my hands gently and I smiled to myself, I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world.

The garden was absolutely stunning. The design involved the recreation of arcades and steps associated with the Dutch House. It also contained several pieces of sculpture. There was also a wrought iron pillar from Hampton Court Place and a gazebo on a mound. One element was a parterre enclosed in box hedges and standing in the pond in the centre of the parterre was a copy of Verocchio's 'Boy with a Dolphin', the original of which was in Florence's Palazzo Vecchio.


We stood in the middle of the parterre, on the top of the stairs that had a well on top. I sat on the side of the well and looked around my surroundings, it was awesome. Harry sat beside me, rested his hand on my lower back and I rested my head on his shoulder. He hummed an unfamiliar tone in my ears, his voice was heavenly and relaxing.

Suddenly my stomach crunched and it was loud enough for Harry to hear that. He chuckled and stood up, looked at me in a funny expression and offered his hand to me.

"Hungry, princess?" Harry asked as I took his hand. I nodded and his fingers filled the space between my fingers and rested on the back of my hand.

"Let's go get something to eat," he said as we walked towards the Kew Explorer train. I smiled to myself, recalled the way he called me princess. I felt like one today, he really treated me in a special way, like a real princess.

We hopped on the train then went to the restaurant. The ride was silent, but not an awkward one because we were busy admiring the view around us. The trees, flowers, and plants were so mesmerizing. I still couldn't believe that the place was deserted, only Harry and I here.

We stopped in front of Pavilion Restaurant. Harry helped me hop off the train and leaded me to a table for two in the middle of the restaurant. The place was outdoor, and mesmerizing with its like-side location and gorgeous vine sheltered terrace. It was green and very refreshing. The sun shone through the leaves, made it warm and comforting. As we sat, the food arrived. Apparently Harry had ordered the food before.


The waitress served mashed potato and onion rings, with red wine. We started eating in silence. I shoved a spoon of mashed potato and it felt soft as silk. I gulped and tried with the onion rings, it was crunchy and delicious. I emptied the plate then took a sip of the posh red wine. I put the empty plate aside and so did Harry.

The waitress noticed and she quickly took our empty plates and refilled our wine. Then another waiter came with the main dish. It was slow-cooked smokey Gloucester old spot pork, blistered pineapple, sweetcorn and coriander relish that was soaked in a herb brine, lightly poached, then barbecued and brushed with their famous Kew Chili Sauce.


I dug my fork into the meat then cut down the pork to take a small piece into my mouth. As the meat met my tongue a scrumptious taste ran from my tongue. It had tender texture and soft as silk. The sauce was perfect, it was spicy but not too hot. The pork was baked perfectly, with the right heat. The skin was crunchy but the meat was soft.

Harry watched me eat and our gaze met. He threw me a cheeky smile which I returned and he chewed his pork.

"How's your food?" he asked.

"It's good," I nodded my head then took a sip of red wine to clear my throat.

"It's the best dish of them," he told me then shoved a piece of meat into his mouth. I smiled and continued eating.

There was no background romantic music, it wasn't that cliche. But the sound of rustling wind against the leaves was way better than music. It seemed natural and peaceful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste of every bite of the food.

After we finished the main dish the dessert came. It was like a chocolate cake with cream, I didn't know what the name was.

"What's the name of this?" I asked the waitress who was refilling my red wine.

"It's chocolate and hazelnut feuilletine cake with raspberries," the waitress replied. "Our best dessert," she added.

"Thanks," I mumbled then ate my dessert slowly.

The chocolate was sweet and tasted amazing, with the hazelnut that made it complete. My mouth was spoiled by the typical taste of chocolate mixed with soft cream. The raspberries was fresh and refreshing. It was sweet, but not too sweet, and a little bit sour. But the taste was perfect.


"Chocolate is always my favorite," I told Harry.

"I know," he smirked.

"How do you know?" I asked. Was he stalking me?

"It's on your Twitter bio," he answered.

"You stalked my Twitter?" I recalled my bio. It was 'Simpsonizer forever. I love flowers, chocolate, and football :3'

"I wasn't stalking. I was checking," he winked. I chuckled then finished my dessert.

I put my empty plate on top of Harry's empty one then drank the rest of my red wine. The waitress came and took the plates away, not forget to refill our glasses.

"Still hungry?" Harry asked.

"Nope, I'm terribly full," I replied. "Did I eat too much?"

"Nah, you didn't eat too much, at least not too much like Nialler," he chuckled.

We chatted and talked a lot of stuffs about ourselves. He told me about his upcoming album and tour, his life before X-Factor, and his condition when he was kidnapped. I told him about my life before I moved from Leicester to London, my dad's motel business, and how stressed I was when he was kidnapped. But I didn't mention anything about Josh, it would make things awkward.

"Well, it's almost 4 now, so we better going to the next place," Harry said whilst standing up. He offered his hand and I accepted it, let him helped me standing up and we walked hand in hand towards the train that would carry us to the next beautiful place.

The ride was silent, Harry wrapped his arms protectively around my waist and his thumb drew small circles on my waist. His other hands held my hand and squeezed it gently, while my other hand rested on his back underneath his blazer. I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. I lifted my head and looked up at him, stared into his green irises. His gaze was on mine as well, his pupils were dilated.

Harry leaned down to peck my forehead, then his soft lips moved to my nose, and ended up on my lips. I put my hands on the back of his neck to pull him closer and deepened the kiss. I bit his bottom lip slightly to enter his mouth. He opened his mouth a little bit but before I could do anything he slipped his tongue inside my mouth and explored every inch of my mouth with so much passion. His lips tasted wine and chocolate, a good combination though.

We pulled out for breath, our forehead rested on each other's and we just stared at each other's green eyes. He breathed heavily, his hot breath fanning my face and warmed the area.

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