That One Summer

Trayka is a 19 year old girl who lives with her Aunt and Uncle after her parents mysteriously died when she was 5. She doesn't have any friends, brothers or sisters, she's just alone by herself in the world. But one Summer changes her life for good, one guy becomes more than she thought he would.

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4. When Everything Finally Comes Together Again

Harry followed me home after we left the coffee shop that day. He wanted to take me out, which is seriously the greatest thing that could ever happen to me. I hurried up the stairs and threw my stuff down and looked through my closet. This was my first date ever, so it all had to be perfect.

I chose my bootcut ripped jeans, my tan Sperry's, my black long, long sleeve shirt that barely went below my waist and my gray beanie.I just took my hair out of the ponytail it was in and just left it down. I ran to my bathroom and opened the cabinets beneath my sink and grabbed the box that was in the very back.

Make up.

I didn't wear it much, hence why it's in the back. I wasn't the type of girl to wake up every morning a put crap all over my face to hide myself, but yet, I was for this. I knew this had to be perfect, because I was already falling for this guy and I knew almost nothing about him, really. But yet, when he's around me, I have this urge. What's weird about it, is that around any other guy I don't have this urge. I never have, except with Harry. It's an urge to rip off all his clothes and kiss every part of his bare body. I wanted to pleasure Harry in every way possible, I wanted to make him feel good, though I had no experience in that kind of thing. But I wanted to. I wanted to so bad that it was driving me almost insane.

I snapped out of it. I couldn't be having thoughts like that before I went on an actual date with him. I knew if I let them get me, I would do something, that I wouldn't regret, but I didn't want him to think I was a whore or something. Unless, maybe, of course if he wanted it, maybe--NO! Not even then! I'm not going to end up like half the girls that went to my high school. I had more class and smarts than that.

 

I applied my make up and went downstairs and ran out the door without telling my aunt where I was going. Harry was waiting in the car. I hopped in and fastened my seat belt and looked up at Harry. He gave me a smile.

"You look beautiful." He said.

I smiled back and nodded. "Thank you." I replied.

He started the car and we were off. I didn't know where were going, but I was excited to find out.

"Let's see what I have on my iPod, since you're so into music." He said shuffling through his iPod. "Little Bird" by Ed Sheeran came on. I loved this song! It was one of my absolute favorites.

"Did you just pick this? Or did you randomize it?" I asked. If he like Ed, well I only liked him more. Ed Sheeran was a god in my eyes. He's a genius.

"Yeah, I picked it. I love Ed." He said tapping his hand along with the beat on the steering wheel. I smiled at him and looked out the window. "Why? Do you like Ed, too?" He asked. I nodded.

"Absolutely. He's the best! A complete god." I knew I liked Harry.

"Me too. He's the best song writer and singer ever."

"I agree." I replied with another smile.

 

Harry had taken us to the drive in to see an old movie from back when we were kids. The Lion King. I remember I used to watch this with my dad all the time. Almost everyday.

"I haven't seen this movie in years. My dad and I watched it everyday." I said grabbing my Pepsi he had got me before we got here.

"Me too. And really?" He smiled as he looked over at me "You guys don't watch it anymore? This movie never gets old." I smiled weakly as I looked down and played with the bottle cap in my hands.

"I wish I could, but I can't. Him nor my mom are still here. They died when I was real young. I was there when they were. They were murdered and I was under the bed the whole time and watched them be taken away from me." Harry looked away and the smile that was on his face was gone.

"I'm sorry." He said. I wiped a tear from my eye as I looked at him.

"It's not your fault, Harry. You don't have to be." He looked back over and stared into my eyes.

"But I am. That's terrible- I can't even imagine how you feel..." I shrugged and sniffled.

"Not much I can do. I mean, there are times when I see a family in the park or something when I go there and write, I just wish I still had them here with me." After I said that I broke down into tears, I couldn't stop them. Harry pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry." I sobbed.

"Hey, don't be. You can cry, we all need to cry sometimes." He said as I felt his fingers run through my hair. I leaned in closer and I smelt him, his cologne smelt so good. I gripped his shirt and sniffled again.

"I'm not like this all the time though, I swear." I said as I leaned back up and stared at him. His thumb brushed underneath my eye and wipe my tears away and then felt his thumb brush over my lip. I stared at him closely, I didn't take my eyes off of him.

"I guess the good thing about you crying is you still look beautiful." he said giving me a soft sweet smile. I then felt his lips instantly crush into mine as his fingers ran through my hair and gripped my hair between his fingers. He kissed me so sweetly, but yet it was so rough. I loved every minute of it. My first kiss. And with Harry. It was so sexy and I was getting so turned on by how he started groaning a little and breathed a bit heavier. He then brought me over and sat me on his lap as he kissed my neck. Both of my legs were on both sides of him. I felt him thrust his hips a bit, it caused me to gasp as I felt him.

Did me kissing him really get him hard?

I then felt myself about to lose control. I pulled back and stared at him. "Harry- I'm not having sex with you tonight. Not that I don't want to- I just- I do- but-" He smiled at me.

"I don't plan on it. I mean eventually, yes, I want to, but I'm not going to make you do it until you're completely comfortable around me. I'll just make out with you tonight and then go home and think about having sex with you, but I won't actually do it until you're ready." I smiled at him and kissed him again. That was amazing, I don't think I've ever heard a guy say something like what he just said to me. I pulled away.

"Harry-" I said as he pecked my lips again "I like you." I admitted.

"Yeah? I like you, too." He said pecking again.

"I'm not going to ruin this, whatever we have."

"Me either. I mean, I only met you like a day ago or two, but...I know I can fall for you." He felt the same way I did.

 

Harry took me home after the movie had ended. I waited for him to kiss me goodnight and when he did he pulled back and smiled. "Goodnight beautiful." He said.

"Before I go- I'm going to feel really stupid asking you this, but can you put your number in your phone and text me real quick so I have it?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing, love." I gave him my number and instantly felt my phone vibrate from my back pocket.

"Thanks." I smiled, as did he. "See you later." I said as I kissed him on the lips.

"Yes, you will." He replied out the window.

 

That night I crawled in bed and charged my phone on the table next to me. Around 12:24 it rang. It was Harry, I smiled and answered it. "Hello?"

"Were you asleep, love?" Even from hearing him on the phone, I knew he had that beautiful smirk on his face right now.

"Yeah, but I'm awake now." I smiled at the thought of imagining him laying in bed with no shirt on with the phone to his ear.

"Were you dreaming about me?" He asked playfully. I giggled.

"Maybe."

"I bet you were." He replied instantly.

The whole night we were on the phone until about 5:30 in the morning and we finally fell asleep with eachother on the phone.

 

Probably the best sleep I've had in years.

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