Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


8. Skip Second Base

The chilly breeze against my skin slowly formed goose bumps. I turned over and felt two arms still around me; I smiled when I saw who was laying beside me. I gently traced my finger on is soft skin. A bright smile formed under my finger, along with two eyes opening. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips against mine. I kissed back, entering my tongue. He bit my bottom lip, causing me to giggle.

"Someone's playful this morning." I whispered. I felt Harry sit us up, not breaking the kiss, moving his lips down my neck. There, he started to nibble. I completely lost it. He knew what he did. He found my soft spot.

"Harry don't..." I breathed. I could feel a smile form on my skin as he kissed around my jawline. We were interrupted by the door opening.

"Oh, get a room!" I heard Olivia shout. I turned my head to see not just Olivia, but the whole group. I was now feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry." I mumbled, getting up from the couch. Harry joined me, holding me from behind. He was being extra affectionate this morning. Olivia rolled her eyes.

"I got Liam, Louis, and Zayn to join us in a movie night. I got a few movies" Olivia explained, grabbing the phone. She dialed for some pizza and then got out bowls for the chips. Liam sat on the floor next to the coffee table, Zayn sat on the couch closest to the telly with Niall and Olivia, and Louis sat with Harry and I on the other couch.

"Shouldn't we have movie night later you know... at night?" I asked, slowly rubbing Harry's lap. His face grew a smile as I got closer to him. He leaned over to me and kissed my neck, nibbling on my weak spot.

"Well don't people do... whatever that is..." Zayn stopped, pointing at Harry. " night as well? We're not judging." Harry rolled his eyes.

 "What happened to you guys barely liking each other?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, I thought she was obnoxious, Harry." said Niall

"I thought he was a self-obsessed popstar, Kaylie." said Olivia. I got up from the couch.

"Harry, didn't you have a whole half hour of explaining why Kaylie is rude?" asked Liam.

"Can we leave the past to the past?" harry got up as well. I looked in his eyes.

"Did you really spend a half hour complaining about me?" I asked him. I looked at the boys and back at me. "Did you?"

"Look, that was when we first met." he told me.

"Yeah, I didn't sit there and for a whole half an hour and complain about you." I could tell that everyone was staring now. Harry did, too.

"Yeah, but when I got to meet you, I realized how amazing you were." he told me. I walked over to him.

"Awe, you're so adorable." I mumbled before kissing him.

"What did I just watch?" I heard Louis ask, causing us all to laugh. We decided to watch the movies now. During the movie, I could feel Harry's hand wander up a little high than my waist. I pulled away, getting nervous.

"You okay, babe?" he whispered, trying not to disturb anyone.

"Yeah uh... sorry this movie is a bit scary." I lied. This movie wasn't even rated R. It was a comedy. He ignored it and helped me lay back down. Fifteen minutes had passed and he looked over at me. I smiled and kissed his lips. When I went to pull away, he began to move with me. I pulled all the way back until my head was in the cushion. I couldn't help but smile. My fingers went through his hair when he began to use his tongue. His hands went down to my butt slowly. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. I pulled away, standing up.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

 "Just stop, Harry. Please." I said, noticing everyone's eyes on me. I grabbed my coat and purse and grabbed the knob. Harry chased after me.

"I'm going for a walk." I told him. "Let me come." he started but I pushed him.

"Harry, just stop." I mumbled, walking out of the hotel room. I decided to walk down to Starbucks to get a cup of coffee. As I walked in, I noticed slow things were going. No one was really there, it was empty. I walked up to the counter and smiled.

"May I have a chocolate caramel frappe?" I asked. The lady nodded,

"Name?" she asked, grabbing my cup.

"Kaylee Sitter." I mentioned. She gave me a familiar look.

"You applied for a job, didn't you?" she asked. I nodded, smiling. "Our phones haven't been working lately so we haven't got ahold of anyone. Would you like to start working here?" she asked.

"I'd love to, but..." I showed her my cast. She nodded, making my coffee.

"We can reserve your spot until you can make the coffees. Oh, I'm Mary-Cate by the way." she explained. I smiled, shaking her hand. She handed me the coffee and I paid.

"Nice to meet you. I'll chat with you later." I said my goodbye and walked out of the café. I decided to go on a little walk before going back to the hotel room. I walked out of the hotel and sat on the curb quietly, sipping my coffee. I remember how fun it was just being his friend. We joked around all the time and had so much fun together. Wait, I wasn't considering being just friends was I? No. I couldn't be. He's amazing, I want him to be mine. I'm just overthinking. My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice that called out for me.

"Kaylie?" it wasn't Harry, but Zayn.

"Hey Zayn." I smiled at him as he joined me on the curb. "What are you doing out here?"

"I just came to check on you. Well, I came out to have a smoke..." he chuckled at himself, playing with the dark blue lighter. I smiled.

"Can I have one?" I asked. He gave me the look, more of a confused look at that. "I've smoked before, it's not like I'm trying this because I'm mad." he handed me a cigarette and help light it, then light his own.

"How come you left?" he asked me.

'Harry's acting very... how do I put this?" I stopped to smoke in a puff.

"Affectionate?" it was as if he knew what I was thinking. "Harry has had that problem before."

"Yeah well, has he ever like... got too affectionate?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" he puffed in another smoke, slowly letting it breeze out of his system.

"Well for example. We were on the couch and we started to kiss." he chuckled after I said kiss.

"More like make out."

"Anyway, we were kissing and then he was... touching me." Zayn gave me a weird look.

"Like my butt. And earlier I thought he was moving his arms above my waist just a little too high and it got me nervous. Maybe I'm just overreacting. My ex boyfriend really didn't do that. We made out and other couples' stuff, but we never made it passed... second base." I chuckled at the thought of that. He nodded, knowing what I meant. I stood up, threw the bud on the ground, and stepped on it, just in case. He got up and did the same.

"Well talk to him about it. " he suggested. I nodded, giving him a hug.

"Thanks for chatting with me. I'll make sure I have a talk with him."


We walked up the stairs, the movie had already ended. Harry looked over at both of us and smiled, but then looked at Zayn with a serious face.

"Look who I found outside by herself." Zayn smiled, looking at me. I knew he was trying to tell me to talk to him by the way he looked at me. I nodded and grabbed Harry's hand. We both walked into the bedroom and I sat on the bed.

"We need to talk." I mumbled. He looked confused, but stood next to the bed. "What were you doing earlier? I mean... oh how do I say this?" I got up and looked into his eyes. "You were being really... touchy feely." I told him.

"Oh, I just... I don't know. You've been gone for two weeks and... I'm sor-" before he finished, he looked at me. "What's that?"

"What's what?" I asked him as he began to smell me.


"Well Zayn was outside smoking."

"Your breathe says otherwise."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Did you smoke with him?" I looked at him. I wasn't sure if he was mad that I smoked or that I smoked with Zayn.

"I did smoke."

"With Zayn?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Answer me." he was getting angry in his voice. I could understand him getting mad if I smoked by if he got mad that it was with a different guy?

"Yeah! I smoked with Zayn." I told him. He shook his head. "Why does it matter?"

"It just does!" he yelled. He sat on the bed with his head in his hands, his arms resting on his legs. He sighed a bit. "You probably just realized this but... I get jealous when my girl talks to other people. I don't know. It's stupid."

"No, it's understandable." I told him, getting really close now. "...and kinda cute." I whispered, kissing his neck. I then decided to nibble on it so he knew what I felt like earlier.

"Please stop..." he mumbled, trying to pull away. I moved my lips to his and pulled away.

"I'm going to take a nap, babe." I told him. he smiled. "May I join?" he had a puppy face, begging real bad now.

"Sure." we both laid in the bed and curled close together until I gently felt myself fall deeper into sleep.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...