Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.

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21. I Want To Write A Song

"I like that I can be myself around you. Hold a conversation. Know you like me for me. I like you for you. You'd be my perfect girlfriend, and you're pretty and a good kisser."

My face heats up, "It's great that your handsome, a great kisser, and just fun to be around. You make me laugh. I can just be myself around you and not worry what you might think. You like me for who I am, and I like you for who you are."

Harry kisses my temple, "We've also got a ton of things in common."

I smile, "Looks like it's time for a bonus fact." I take a deep breath. "My bonus fact is that I'm falling in love. Well, at least, I think."

"My bonus fact is I've fallen in love."

"Your bonus fact didn't have to be like mine. You know that, right?"

"I know. It just happened our bonus facts were similar."

"Well, I'm going to let you say your dare first, so I can think of mine a little longer," I look up at him.

"My dare is for you to kiss me again."

I sit up straight, and kiss his cheek. "Dare completed."

"I meant on the lips," he looks at me.

"Should have been more specific."

He smiles, "You're right."

I smile, "Okay, for my dare, you have to jump into the pool with me."

"It'll be cold."

"I know. We'll have to hug or something to keep warm," I stand up.

"Okay. Let's do this," Harry stands up. Then both of us hop out of the hot tub, quickly walk over to the deep end, and jump in. We surface at the same time, and Harry grabs my hand; pulling me to the shallow end. Then he brings me into a hug. Both of us shivering. "You okay, babe?"

"Yeah. It's getting warmer."

"That's good."

"Harry, I want to write a song."

"Well, we don't start letting you guys start writing songs until you're been here, three Mondays. I think. But if you want to start writing a song with your band, I guess you can."

"No Harry. I want to write a song with you. A duet, if you will. Just you and I. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"It would be wonderful. When should we start?"

"This coming Sunday."

"Okay. It's a date."

I let out a yawn, "Curly Whirly, I'm tired."

He yawns, "Looks like I am too, Buttercup." We break out hug, walk to the pool stairs, and get out of the pool. Then we wrap up in towels and Harry leads the way to the golf cart. We get in, I clutch my bag, and then Harry starts driving.

"I had a really great time tonight, Harry. I really did."

"I'm glad you did. I had a great time too. Anytime with you is great. You know that, Amber?"

"I do. When's our next date?"

"So, this was a date?"

'Yeah. Great first date, might I add."

"Won't Sunday be our next date?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Why do you want to write a song with me?"

"I don't know. I just want to. You seem like the guy I could write a song with."

"Well, I'm glad we'll be spending more time together."

"Me too." It goes quiet, and no one says anything more for the rest of the drive. Minutes later, Harry pulls up to his house. "Ah, it's great to be back here." We hop out of the cart and walk into his house. Then he leads the way to his room.

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