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?


32. First Date II

The train stopped and we were in front of Azalea Garden. We walked inside, locking our hands together with our fingers rested in each other's knuckles. His fingers filled the gap between my fingers and they fit perfectly, even though Harry's hand was bigger than mine. I looked at our hands and smiled to myself. The sweetest human being was on my grasp. Just with his presence made my heart warm. I lifted my head then looked around at my surroundings in awe. My mouth made an 'o' shape as I stared in disbelief. It was beautiful. The garden was totally stunning, it was a perfect picture of heaven.

There were a lot of grass and bushes, with colorful azaleas. The place was very amazing and refreshing, with the view of colorful plants. The whole place smelt fragrant and heavenly. There were some benches where we could sit. We walked around past the Mongolia trees that grew not too high. We stepped on the grass and the grass shoved into my flat shoes and tickled my feet.

The azaleas were incredibly exquisite. The petals were pure white, bright yellow, purple, orange, and pink. There were many different types of azaleas, that were collected from different parts in the world. Some of them were from eastern North America, and next up were Asian azaleas.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Harry whispered against my head as he planted warm kiss on the top of my head.

"It is," I replied, smiled to myself at Harry was being sweet.

"It's nothing, babe. I'm gonna show you something that's 100 times more beautiful than this," he said smirking.

"Really? Where is it?" I was expecting he would take me to another garden that would have the better view, but instead he pulled his iPhone from his pocket. I watched him unlocked the phone and opened camera app, set it so it used the front camera. He showed the phone in front of my face and I could see my own face on the screen.

"It's the most beautiful thing, babe," he whispered huskily in my ear, send shivers everywhere on my body. I bit my lip and looked at the grass on my feet, my face flushed scarlet red as I blushed hard. Harry tapped the capture button and got a picture of me blushing.

"You're so cute when you're blushing," he said. "And I got the picture of it," he winked.

"Aye, delete it! I must looked awful," I protested.

"No, it's beautiful," he showed me the picture of my looking at the ground with red cheeks. "See?" he smirked.

"I'm not beautiful," I murmured under my breath silently, hoped he wouldn't hear that. It would start the small silly fight.

But for my luck, he heard it.

"No, you're beautiful, Leigh. Don't say that," he protested.

"No, I'm plain," I said.

"Bullshit, babe."

"That's the truth, Harold," I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you dare saying that and roll your eyes in front of me," he warned. His voice was deep and husky, it was very sexy.

"But-" I tried to protest but he cut me off by kissing my lips roughly. I was shocked at first but then he bit my lip gently, asked me to kiss back and I did. Finally I gave up and let him win the argument.

Harry was about to deepen the kiss by cupping my face and pulled me closer to his, while I rested my hands on his shoulder and chest. He licked my bottom lip asked permission for entrance but I teased him by shutting my mouth tightly, my lips were glued on each other.

He bit my bottom lip to make me open my mouth and let him shove his tongue in but I was being stubborn and teased him even more. I smirked at him desperately attempted to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

"You're such a big tease," Harry growled against my mouth in his sexy husky voice. I fought the urge to moan at his sexy voice. I pressed my upper lip tightly against my bottom lip.

"Let me in," he huffed, bit my lip again. I chuckled against his lips.

"Stop teasing me," he hissed, still in sexy voice.

Finally he gave up on pleading me to open my mouth. He stopped biting or licking my lip. Instead he grabbed and squeezed my bum roughly, made me gasped in surprise. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth and poked my tongue. Our tongue started fighting for dominance and ended up he won. He had both of his hands rested on my lower back and mine rested around his neck, my fingers twirling his curls.

I pulled away as I had the sudden urge to breath. We both breathed heavily, catching our breaths. Every inch of my body was pressed against his, and I could feel his fast heart beat against my chest. My heart was throbbing hard as well.

After that we walked hand in hand towards the nearest bench. We sat on the bench and rested there for a while. There were colorful azaleas leaning behind us, it was thick and mesmerizing. There was a high thick leaved tree in front of us that sheltered us from the sun. I took a picture of us to immortalize the precious moment.

We sat side by side with my arm around his back and my other hand rested on my lap. Harry got his arms sneaked around my waist and his other one stroked my hair lovingly. He started to sing a song in my ears. It was Don't Let Me Go. His voice was deep and raspy, yet still angelic. His warm breath brushed against my ears, made my whole body craved for him.

A tears leaked from my eyes as he stopped singing. I didn't want to let more tears spilled, so I shut my eyes tightly. It was a happy tears, I was crying because I was beyond overwhelmed. I was very happy and grateful, how could a boy did this sweet thing to me? I swore it was the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. Harry pecked both of my closed eyelids, made more tears filled my eyes and finally spilled out of my eyes.

"What's wrong, princess?" Harry asked worriedly. I sniffed and let him wiped my tears with his thumb gently.

"It's j-just.. unbelievable. How could a boy be so romantic like this to me. I just can't.." I didn't finish my sentence because the lump in my throat made me swallow back my words, caused me to stutter and unable to speak. I could see from my blurry eyes Harry blushed and looked at the ground, didn't know what to do but then he pulled me into tight embrace. I rested my head on the crook of his neck and so did he.

"I love you," he whispered against the skin of my neck, then kissed my sweet spot under my jaw. He sucked the skin and made a hickey.

"I love you too," I whispered, tightened the embrace.

After a while we pulled away then stood up, walked out of the Azalea Garden.

We walked crossed the open field. We didn't take the train because it wasn't too far. Harry put his hands on my waist while we were walking.

We arrived in the other side of the field, in front of a stairs. The stairs leaded us to the Xstrata Treetop Walkway, where we could see the whole gardens above the ground. It was high, and I could see a walkway above my head. It was very high, probably 59 feet high. We climbed the stairs to get on top.


The way upstairs was long and a little bit tiring, since the walkway was high. I sighed and looked above my head to see how far we were from the top and kept on climbing.

"Are you tired, babe?" Harry asked softly.

"No, I'm fine. I'm so excited to get on top," I lied. I was tired by now, but I didn't want to complain or grumble. I didn't want Harry to worry and I bet he would end up carrying me if I told him I was tired.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and gave me an unsure look, but I threw him a reassuring smile. I squeezed his hand gently to reassure him that I was okay.

Finally after an exhausting stairs climbing we reached on top. We stood on the Xstrata Treetop Walkway and looked under us. The floor was transparent and we could see clearly the view below us through the floor.

"I wonder if someone below us can see your underwear under your skirt," Harry joked and chuckled. My face flushed and I punched his arms playfully. He fake winced and rubbed his arms, pretended to hurt. We laughed and walked along the walkway.

The walkway was long, it was approximately 200 meters long and it sprawled around the whole garden. We were standing on the tree canopy and could see the view of the garden from different perspective. It was surrounded by the nature, trees, and green plants. The walkway was so natural but unashamedly man-made at the same time. The structure was integrated with the handrail support and drew on the Fibonacci sequence, which underlies many growth patterns in nature.

The view from up here was beyond awe-inspiring. In the first few steps we were surrounded with just trees, leaves, and branches. I looked under my feet, and I was awestruck by the view. I could see interesting animatronics and a wonderful bronze sculpture of tree roots. 

"Look, it's London Eye!" Harry pointed at the giant Ferris wheel far in front of us.

"Wow," was all I managed to say. I glanced at our entwined hands then looked around the view from above the ground.

"And that's the Temperate House!" Harry exclaimed, pointed out at the building below us. It looked totally different from up here.

"Looks different," I said.

We walked and took pictures, stopped for kissing and some make out session, then walked again. We stopped again for pictures, walked, kissed, and repeated until we reached the end of the walkway.

"Wow, we've walked two hundred meters long," I said.

"And you didn't complain at all," Harry smiled. "You're amazing," he complimented. I blushed again, for the hundred times today. "You know my ex girlfriend Taylor Swift, who kidnapped me," he cocked his eyebrow and I nodded then he continued, "she would whine all the way and ask me to carry her! She's very spoiled," he shook his head and I chuckled. "Well if you're tired now I'm willingly to carry you down the stairs," he offered and winked.

"No, that's okay. I'm fine walking downstairs by myself," I replied quickly, not wanting to bother him.

"Are you sure? I really want to carry you," he said.

"I have two feet, Harry," I reassuringly gave a light squeeze in his hand. He just nodded then we walked down the stairs.

Finally we reached the bottom and I bent down, rested my hands on my knees. I was so exhausted. Climbing up and down the 18 feet stairs and walking 200 meters long wasted so much energy, right? But they all paid off by the hickeys on my neck, swollen lips, and beautiful photos on my camera roll.

We walked across the field to get the train. Once we hopped in and sat I let out a long sigh.

"Tired?" Harry asked.

"A little bit," I lied. Actually my knees were about to give in and my body could collapse at any time. Once again, I didn't want to tell him that I was extremely exhausted because I knew he was exhausted too as well.ride was silent, until the train stopped in front of the Queen Charlotte's Cottage.

I stared at the cottage, it was cute, unique, and simple. The cottage's wall was made of brown colored brick and had two stories. It stood sturdily behind the yard of purple flowers. The wind blew the flowers, made them waved and it seemed so alive and natural.

I realized that it was getting colder around this place. I unlocked my phone to see what time it was, and the clock showed 6:28 in the evening. I rubbed my hands against my arms to make me feel warmer. Harry gently wrapped his arms around my frail body as the warmth of his body comforted me. We walked with him behind me wrapping his arms around me and leaded me into the cottage.

We entered the cottage and it was warmer inside. I stepped in and examined the place. The grounds contained the old piece of continuous woodland at Kew. The picturesque house was in its 'country vernacular' style of carefully designed woodland setting. I assumed it was used for the shelter. A curved staircase leaded into the picnic room, with painted flowers climbing the walls and bamboo motif pelmets and door frames.

We opened another door that connected the picnic room and the queen's closet. There were a lot of historical objects there. I took several pictures of them, not daring to touch any of those fragile objects. But Harry was being naughty, he lifted one of the object with had shape like a vase.


"I think we're not supposed to touch any of the objects," I told him.

"I won't broke it, I promise," Harry smirked then examined the vase shaped object in his hand. "I want to take a picture with this thing," he said.

I sighed then pointed the camera I was holding towards him and captured the picture. He was grinning widely while holding the fragile white vase. After I took the picture he put the vase back on the floor then opened the door and exited the closet.

We walked downstairs then entered the queen's bedroom. It was very luxurious, with white sheet, white duvet, and white curtains. There was a small candle lighted from the nightstand in both of the sides of the bed. There was a black chair in the corner of the room and a small table in front of it. There was a picture hanging on the blue wall.

I captured the bed with my phone but then Harry took my phone away from my grasp and put it on the table. A mischievous grin was plastered across his face. He walked closer towards me, his height was towering me and his breath brushed my face. He looked down at me, his green irises turned darker and his eyes were full of lust and passion.

Harry removed the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth without asking permission and our tongue danced together, with our lips molded in sync. He pushed me so I was laying on the queen's bed. He crawled on top of me with his knees on my sides and his elbow rested on the both sides of my head so he was straddling me. His hands cupped my head, and his thumbs caressed my cheek gently.

"H-Harry," I tried to speak between the kiss.

"Yeah?" he mumbled against my mouth, slowed the rhythm of the kiss down.

"We shouldn't b-be doing this h-here," I stuttered. My heart was racing and throbbing hard against my chest wall. His move was crazy and wild, and honestly it turned me on. But it was impossible to do it here, on the queen's bed. It was rude.

Harry broke the kiss by lifting his head. His green orbs turned darker and darker every second with lust taking over himself. Our chest rose and down along with our heartbeat, and every piece of Harry's body was pressed lightly against mine.

"We should," he stated huskily. His sexy voice turned me on even more, but I had to hold myself.

Harry took his blazer off then leaned in again, kissed me with more passion and lust. Finally I gave up. My teenage hormones were going crazy and my whole body craved for him. I ignored the fact that we were snogging in the queen's bed, I kissed Harry with all of my heart, with passion as much as his.

I tugged on his shirt, wanting that cloth that separated us to go away. He quickly removed his shirt without breaking the kiss. He lifted my dress and took it off roughly, but I liked it that way. I was laying on the bed, leaned my head back and rested it on the soft pillow. I was in just bra and undies and he was in his chinos.

We rolled so I was on top of him, and I quickly undid his belt and pulled his chinos down his feet. He kicked his chinos and let it fell to the floor. Our breaths were heavy and deep, with heart throbbing crazily. I looked around one last time, still couldn't deal with the fact that we were in queen's bedroom.

Fuck this, I whispered to myself. Harry's hands wandered to my back and unclasped my bra in one slight motion. He rolled me over so I was back in my previous position, with me laying on the bed and Harry straddling me. He trailed wet kisses from my neck, didn't forget to leave a love bite before his lips wandered down to my chest and to my stomach. The touch of his wet kisses against my skin send me to another world, made me wet. 

"Harry," I whimpered, out of breath. He sucked the skin on my stomach, made me moan. Then he moved his hands down to the edge of my underwear and looked up at me in a questioning look.

I nodded in agreement and he gently pulled my underwear to my feet. I kicked it to the ground and watched Harry took his boxers off so we both were fully naked.

Then he climbed up on the bed, straddling me. His hand stroking my hair and the other hand shoved under the pillow and searched for something.

He found what he was searching for under the pillow and pulled if over. It was a piece of paper and a small pack. He showed me the paper and I read it.

Dear Harry and Leigh,

Have a lovely time and stay safe!


Kew Gardens management and crews

And the small pack was actually a condom.

I gasped, covered my mouth that was hanging open with my hands. I stared at him in disbelief.

"You've planned all of this?" I asked, my eyes bulged. Harry just nodded and smiled cheekily. "All of his?" I asked.

"Yeah, all of this. For you," he said then kissed my lips passionately.

"We belonged together," he whispered before slid the condom on then entered into me.

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