The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?

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4. Chapter Four

Zayn's POV

I look around for Leah, so maybe she can meet Perrie and they can become friends so Perrie doesn't think i'm cheating. "Guys? Where is Leah? I ask, seeing her room door open and she isn't in there. "Oh, her and Harry went on their first official date." Liam tells me. My spirits go down a bit. Harry? That boy is going to break her heart. He can't keep a girl for a week without moving on to some other girl with bigger 'curves' as he calls them. But just like I promised, I will protect her and if Harry does anything to her, I swear, he is going to be dead.

Leah's POV

"This chicken is really good." Harry exclaims, swallowing up his last bit of chicken. "The baked potato is better!" I tease, finishing up my potato and my veggies. "Well, how about we have desert?" Harry asks, looking at the desert menu. "I don't know how you are still hungry curls." I laugh. "Thanks for the nickname!" He says. "I am going to get some apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Are you sure you don't want any?" He asks again. "I might have a few bites of yours." I say, willingly. He blushes. "Alright then."

Harry's POV

When I get my hot apple pie and a small dish of vanilla ice cream I pass the ice cream to Leah. "Would you like some?" "No thanks. Just some apple pie," She says. She looks so cute with her hair in a bun, her curly hair leaving little ringlets just by her ears. She is wearing white shorts and a blue and white aeropostale hoodie. Oh please. Take that hoodie off.

"Harry, can I have a bite of apple pie now?" She asks, like a little kid. "Sure." I say. I get a spoonful of pie off of my plate and reach across the table to feed it to her. She doesn't open her mouth, yet instead takes the spoon and eats the pie. She hands the spoon back to me. "Thanks." She says, awkwardly. I feel so stupid. She just might not be into me. I think this is the first time I didn't even kiss a girl on our first date.

Leah's POV

Harry just tried to feed me and I didn't let him. I feel so awkward right now, I just want to go back to the bus. I like him and all, but I don't feel safe around him. I feel weird. He is so sweet, but I can't give into him until I really know him. I know he hangs out with a lot of girls. I cant let him kiss me until we are really dating and I fully trust him.

He finishes up his desert and says "Shall we go, my lady?" I nod, and he escorts me out of the restaurant, leaving a tip for the waitress on the table. "Thank you for lunch." I say, holding his hand. "Only the best for you!" He laughs. We walk hand in hand until we are a few steps from the tour bus and under a big tree. "Leah," He stops me. "Yes?" He holds me still, his hands on my arms, and leans in. Oh god. He is going to kiss me. I don't want this! What happens if, oh I don't know but I don't want him to do that it is to personal to me! We have only known eachother for a day! He gets so close I can feel his body warmth. I pull away. "I'm going inside." I whisper, running into the bus. "Hey! How did it go?" Zayn asks when I walk in. "Fine, um. It was just fine." I tell him, walking into my room and shutting the door. It went really well I think. Lunch was nice, we related to so many things and we could talk and talk forever. But, I didn't want to get close to him. I just pushed him away. And I don't know why. Yet, I do. I look at the initials on my wrist.  The initials on my wrist are the initials of the person I love. But he does not love me. And now I messed everything up with Harry. I have to make things right with him so I can get over the person I have always loved, and maybe put Harry's initials on my wrist instead. I just hope I can do this.

 

 

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