Forbidden Love

17 year old Chloe has just moved out of her parents house into her own apartment in London, when she falls in love with the boy a few doors down. She knows it's wrong but she just can't fight it. Will love ever find a way for the young couple?

Guys this is a lot like my other Movella (ie- a bit naughty, my name) so yessssssssss enjoy

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3. Sneaky

Chloe's P.O.V

The shopping trip was very successful, I bought A LOT of food, but that's so I didn't have to go out for any for a while. I still can't get that curly haired boy out of my head, the way he called me 'Elevator Girl' the way our bodies touched as I stood up to get my train, they way he looked into my eyes when I passed him my phone. I don't like him, no way, I hardly know him and besides he isn't my type even if I did. And I bet he has a girlfriend who is super beautiful. 

I stroll into the living area in my pyjama shorts and top and sat on my phone, scrolling through my mentions on twitter and my news feed, when I get a text under the contact "I think you should call this number" I worried a little bit because I don't remember saving anyone under that name, but I decide to call it anyway. It rings once, then twice... And somebody answers.

"Oh hello there Elevator Girl" I recognise the voice almost immediately

"How the hell did you get my number curly?" I hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone

"You gave me your phone to fix, and it was broken without my number on there" I laughed slightly

"Yeah, sure, whatever." There was an awkward silence, a long, awkward silence.

"You wanna come down the hall and hang out?" I was confused, what did he mean down the hall? I haven't seen him here? It takes me a while to reply

"Sure... What time" he coughs again

"Open your door" I could hear him through the phone and outside my door, I rushed over too the door, excited to see his face again. 

"Are you stalking me?" I joke and he furrows his eyebrows and smirks, just slightly 

"In your dreams" he begins mimicking me from yesterday at the train station. I don't really know what to say, but I don't know his name, how old he is, where he's from... If he's any trouble... 

"Do you want some tea or coffee?" he frowns at the idea of coffee

"Tea, if you don't mind" I ushered him to sit down on the sofa that has been pretty much left untouched since I got here, the apartment was still pretty much the same, I didn't want or feel like moving anything, because, well there was just no need to. As I stood making the tea, it suddenly crossed my mind to ask his name.

"Urm, I don't even know your name yet curly, are you sure I should be letting you into my apartment?" I wink at him to make sure he knew I was joking, 

"Harry... And yours is..." I walk over to where he's sat and place our tea on the table in front of us and sit beside him in my usual seat. He picks up his tea and takes a sip, scolding his lips and his tongue so he frowns and places the tea back on the table. 

"Chloe"  I reply, not knowing what else to say, he smiles at me again, creating them cute little dimples in his cheeks. 

"Nice name" Again, the silence was awkward, but I couldn't help staring at him, he has the greenest eyes I've ever seen, and his hair looks so soft to touch. But I don't know why I'm thinking this way, he wouldn't like me, and like I said, he isn't my type.

 

What is your type then Chloe?

 

This question is continuously going round in my head, and I don't have an answer to it, maybe I don't have a type, maybe it is guys like Harry, no. I need to stop, he's probably in a happy relationship, and I bet he's planning on getting engaged to her and have cute little kids. I'm thinking all of this but I don't even know how old he is.

"How old are you then, Harry?" he smiles a little to himself before he answers me,

"19, you?" I instantly bite my lip at the thought that this guy is two years older than me, he'll probably run a mile when I tell him how old I am.

"17" I say, looking at the floor, waiting for him to drop his tea and run back to his apartment. But he doesn't, he does the complete opposite of that, he picks up his cup, shuffles himself further back into his seat and smiles. 

 

Harry's P.O.V

"Cute" I say, without trying to show the surprised expression my face, she rolls her eyes.

"I'm just as mature as you are, so don't" she lifts her hand up to mime the quotation marks, which reminds me of yesterday in the train station " 'cute' me" I laugh again and move closer to her, looking into her bright blue eyes,

"Why don't we go out sometime? Ya know, to get to know each other better, because considering both of our circumstances, I'm guessing we're going to be seeing each other a lot now" Why, Harry? Why did you feel the need to ruin things? You can't. You know you can't. You shouldn't be thinking things like this. 

 

"Sure, why not... Tomorrow? I'm free all day, I think. I don't know, I'll check my diary, I don't have a diary..." I stared at her in admiration and she blushed. 

"You're really cute when you ramble on" I added, which made her cheeks go a brighter red and she smiled, her smile is beautiful, she too has dimples in her cheeks. I moved my hands forward towards her face and stroked her cheeks, my voice hushed as I spoke,

"Don't blush, I think it's cute, honest" our faces got closer, and we were almost a whisper now

"Really?" I could feel her minty breathe against my neck and I smirked at her

"I don't lie" I whispered back as our faces were only inches away, they began moving closer and closer and our lips touched.

 

Chloe's P.O.V

His lips were soft and warm against mine, both our lips together, moved in sync like we'd been practicing forever. I know this is so wrong but it feels so right, I know I've only known him 3 days, I know this will mean nothing to him, but it does to me. I hope he can see that. He quickly pulls away and half smiles at me as he checks his phone,

"I need to go, but... I'll see you tomorrow?" He stands up and nods at me before he walks out the door. 

What was all that about? Did I do something wrong? I sigh heavily, and stomp through into my room and get back into bed, my good mood has been ruined by one simple boy who's name I didn't know until this morning. A boy who is two years older than me. A boy who's managed to squeeze himself inside my mind with his curly hair, his perfect eyes and his gorgeous dimples, and he won't come out again. 

 

 

 

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