Interesting Lifestyle (harry styles)

Beki is just another ordinary girl. She spends her time watching romantic films and keeping up to date on a close band called One Direction. 1/5 of One direction, Harry Styles, is Beki's childhood friend and there is nothing she hates more than people making disrespectful comments about her best friend. Naturally she sticks up for Hazza soon to receive a thankful call. To her delight he whisks her off to a fabulous holiday for two. Wait did I just say that! She wishes! I meant to say she was surprised and joins the whole band in the USA . With their tight schedule, will there be time to have a beautiful romance like she dreams? Will people get in the way? Will there be hearts broken? Or will the both fall desperately head over heals for each other? Well I guess you will just have to find out!

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22. The Truth

I went to my window and saw a curly hair boy saw on the front garden wall playing away on the guitar. He was here! I was speechless, all I could do was open the window. The cool breeze swept into my face, I had so much to say but The words couldn't come out. Harry began to sing:

 

Said I'd never leave her cus her hands fit like my t shirt

Tongue tied over three words cursed

Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

Bodies intertwine with her lips

No she's feeling so low

Since she went solo

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo.

And it's no joke to me

so can we do it all over again.

If you're pretending from the start like this with a tight grip then my kiss

Can mend broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

and I can give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

Can we take the same road

Two days in the same clothes

And I know just what she'll say if I can make all this pain go

Can we stop this for a minuet

You know I can tell that you heart isn't in it or with it

Tell me with your mind , body and spirit I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British

Whether were together or apart we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start

If you're pretending from the start like this with a tight grip then my kiss

Can mend broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

and I can give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

You'll never know how to make it on your own

and you'll never show weakness for letting go

I guess your still hurt of this is over

But do you really want to be alone

If you're pretending from the start like this with a tight grip then my kiss

Can mend broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

and I can give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

Tears trembled down my face as I tried to push some words out.

"h h Harry" I sobbed. The lyrics meant so much and the message to them was beautiful he wanted to start over.

"beki I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you" he Pleaded.

I didn't know what to do, how to say it I wanted to kiss him. I shut the window and went to run down stairs realising that I practically had little clothes on. I looked around my draws for something to wear. I grabbed my high waisted trousers, converse and cream vest top. After putting on my blue quilted coat I ran out the door. I brought nialls money to give back. I cant wait to see him, I needed him, I craved him. I wanted to his him excessively. But I was struck with shock when Harry wasn't there! I ran down the road, in the distance I saw his cab drive off. No way he can't leave again. I rushed into the centre of town an stuck my hand put for a cab. A large spot of rain hit my forehead , I slipped into the cab as the rain pelted down.

"airport please" I demanded.

I guessed he was going home! Well back to the USA. I watched the rain, it reminded me of the song ' showers that are British' , this was the first rain id seen in a long time. The water drizzled down the windows, leaving a blurred Image. The taxi driver was about to pull into the air port but we got stuck at traffic lights.

"come on, come on" my legs jigged in anticipation. He would already be there and I wasn't. There is no way I'm going to make it. I have to run. I threw all the cash at the driver and pushed the heavy yellow door open. My legs carried me as fast as they could, pulling me closer to the terminal. It was just ahead. My body was drenched as the rain patted down. I squeezed through a crowd of people almost pushing them out of my way. Each stride got bigger and quicker as I watched the yellow cab pull up. The young boy stepped out making contact with the water droplets. It was pretty much dark, only street lamps lighting up the front of the tall white building. I couldn't kept silent and longer.

"Harry ! Harry " I shouted.

His body frozen then slowly turned around. His facial expression was hard to read was he happy or what? Within seconds my body slammed into his. I jumped on him wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his lower back. He didn't hesitate to hold me back. Squeezing me closer to his body, if it was even possible.

I closed the gap in between our faces connecting our mouths. We embraced the moment kissing like it was our first and last. I didn't want to let go. I wanted him. Every bit of him ,head to toe. My fingers travelled through his wet curls. His hands clenching hold of my thighs. We kissed and kissed. We pulled our wet faces away, foreheads resting together. I was pushed up, to prevent myself from slipping down his body.

" I never want to loose you ever again" I couldn't tell if i was crying or if it was the rain but I didn't care I was happy.

" I thought you were still angry, when shut the window I thought you were rejecting me so I left." harry said.

"no Harry i was getting dressed you left me speechless."

"but why did you forgive me , nothing happened I promise I don't like her that way"

"I know that now Harry I saw the interview, I'm sorry, I'm so soo sorry" I kissed him repetitively. "why did you come back" I questioned.

"because I love you" he smiled.

I bit my lip tears falling down my face.

"why are you crying " he asked.

"because I love you too, I was going to tell you on that day but when I saw you I was crushed."

" I will never hurt you again, and beki?"

"yes?" I looked at him through my wet lashes.

"will you be my girlfriend"

"absolutely, I'll be your anything, you can have me" I said before kissing him softly.

"good because I want you"

" never leave me again please"

"beki no amount of time I spend with you will be long enough, but let's start with forever".

I held his head as we kissed passionately, my body slipped down as my feet touched the floor. We kissed each other back. The rain still pelting down. Our hands entwined together as we started over again.

 

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so the next chapter I upload will probably be the last!!!

 I know this has been quite a short story but it has been fun to write.

Not many people have commented so I don't know if this is good or not.

I am thinking of making a sequel but it would be nice if more people tell me what they think of this one before I do.

If I do write a sequel then I already have a great dramatic plot and I will also need a new girl to be going out with Liam and Niall so I will have contest for it. I will only do his if people tell me whether or not I should write  a sequel.

Anyway so a couple of weeks ago One Direction announced the news that they had been so excited for! So it turned out to be a tour and a lot of people seemed to be disappointed by this because they said it was going to be super exciting. Loads of people on twitter decided to get #onebigdisapointment trending. I want to know  what you think about it! I personally haven't got tickets for it but have any of you????

Please tell me what you think in the comment section.

Bye my lovely's

Beki x

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