So I just stood there and heard nothing or felt nobody bumping into me. I just stood there, not moving, not breathing, the wind of the runnig people rushing by.
That was the worst moment of our relationship so far, although we weren't even together for a long time AND it wasn't his or my fault or mistake or whatever. It was the people's fault who didn't want us to be together and would do anything for a picture with him.
Tinking about that I realised I was one of those girls and noticed how hard it has to be for him. Luckily I was pulled out of my daydream by Paul who dragged me out of the crowd by my arm and protected me and Harry from those crazy chicks who pretended to be my friends earlier today.
Going to the car I still had that strange feeling and didn't perceive anything. I just saw the concerned look Harry gave to me and then we arrived the car.
"Are you alright babe?" he asked and took my cold hands into his warm and soft hands.
"Yes, uhm I guess I am"
Then he started telling me about his first experience with such kind of situation and that he can totally relate to my feelings because he probably felt the same.
"It felt like a huge plane starting right nexto me without making any noise. It felt like I am not even there anymore or at least I can't feel anything anymore"
still not being able to move I just nodded and looked at him.
He smiled at me and finally free me from my feeling with a warm long kiss. It felt like heaven and I was able to give him the same smile back he gave me before.
"You shouldn't have come to pick me up from school, you know much better how dangerous this is for both of us. I don't want you to get more trouble than needed because of me."
"If that trouble is needed if I want to pick my girlfriend up from school and give her the love she deserves then I'll take the trouble"
That was litterally the cutest thing somebody ever said to me. And thus the perfect moment to french kiss him more passionately than ever, Well that was our first French kiss and my first one ever but I just felt save and knew what to do. Our tongues touched each other wildly and he kind of played with mine by rolling it up and down. He touched my hips and I touched his face slide my fingers through his curly hair. We hardly stopped kissing..just to take a breath sometimes and to whisper into his mouth that I love him and so we arrived at his house. We drove about 30 minutes and we spend nearly all of the time kissing. Poor Paul