Forbidden Love

17 year old Leah Brooke has always dreamed of going to Yale University. When her big chance arrives, she blows it, but in her hurry to get home, she leaves her phone behind. What happens when a cute british boy finds it?

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10. Chapter 10

Thump. . . Thump. . . Thump. . .

i sit up in my bed. 

Thump. . .

i open my window to see Harry smiling big time. 

"Missed you." He says as quietly as possible. 

"Missed you too." 

"Are we doing the same 'jump off the roof' method?"

"no, my moms not home so I can come out through the front door." I close the window, put on a sweatshirt and shorts, and flee down the stairs and into Harry's car. 

"Ready to go make a pizza?" Harry steps on the gas. 

"Yeah! But I have to be back here by 6 a.m. because my mom gets home at 7." 

"I thought you were running away again?" 

"I can't do that anymore. I always seem to get caught. It's bad enough that I'm sneaking out at night to see you." 

"I understand. Can we do this again tomorrow night?"

"Sure, and the next night?" We both chuckle. 

"Sounds like a plan." 

Harry pulls into his driveway and we quickly get inside, anxious to spend every second of the night together. The other lads are already in bed. Most of them are drunk and worn out. According to Harry, they went to a bar without him. 

We gather the ingredients for a pepperoni pizza, and we lay them out on the counter. 

"Flour." I demand. Harry hands me the bag of flour. I pour some out on the counter and coat my hands in it. 

"Dough." He hands over the dough and I roll it out. I feel his hands on my waist and soon, his lips on my cheek. I turn around, hold his face on my hands, and give him a long, passionate kiss. 

He pulls away first, and I laugh at the handprints of flour I left on his face. 

"What?" He asks. I hold a spoon up to him so he can see it in the reflection. "Oh, it's on." 

He grabs a big handful of flour and chucks it at me. 

"Harry! Uncalled for!" I take a handful myself and throw it at him. 

 

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"you're a great chef." Harry takes a big bite of pizza. 

"Why thank you." I giggle and get up to throw my plate away. "Oh god Harry." 

I look at the disastrous mess we made during our flour war. 

"It'll take forever to clean this up." I say. 

"Don't worry about it. I'll do it later. For now, lets spend as much time together as possible." He pecks my lips and picks me up. 

"Put me down!" I giggle. 

"You need a shower." He brings me into the bathroom and turns the water on. I take off my shirt, and he does the same. I can't help but to stare. "Like what you see?" He says as he takes off him belt. I bite my bottom lip and nod. 

 

The shower is long and romantic, filled with kisses and love bites. But it comes to an end as morning approaches. 

"Babe it's 5:00. I should go." I dry myself off and put my clothes back on. 

"Alright." He does the same and we get in the car. 

 

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As we approach my house, I try not to cry. I wish this night could've lasted forever. It was a dream come true. But dreams always come to an end. 

"I'll miss you." Harry says as he parks the car. 

"I miss you already." I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for the door handle when Harry stops me. 

"Leah?" His voice cracks a bit. I turn around. 

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." I can see that he's holding back a tear. His deep green eyes are easy to read. 

Without another word, I get out of the car and run to my room. I put on some sweats and climb under the covers. I might as well sleep all day today, too so I can stay up all night again. 

 

For some reason, I can't sleep. I keep thinking about tonight. Those three words keep ringing in my ears. "I love you." They mean the world to me. 

I keep thinking about his smile and the way he flipped his hair and got flour everywhere. I keep thinking about those big green eyes that I get lost in every time I look at them. But most of all, I keep thinking about those three words. 

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