The Perfect Summer

Emma, an 18-year-old girl from Brighton, had planned the perfect summer with her best friend. Going on tour and traveling around the world, with British boy band, One Direction. But was it going to that perfect?


5. 5. Movie-night

Chapter 5:

A clear, blue sky welcomes me at 9:00 in the morning. I just lied in my bed, thinking about last night. I could still feel his lips on mine, from the kisses. He was amazing. Almost too good to be true. I made a list in my head of all the wonderful things about him:

1. His curly, brown hair.

2. His green emerald eyes.

3. His red lips.

4. The fact that he is tall.

5. He's a gentleman.

6. Romantic.

7. Good dresser.

8. Good kisser.

9. Very sophisticated.

10. The fact that he likes me.

11. Good singer.

12. Nice friends.

I went to the bathroom and got ready for breakfast. Brushed my teeth, took a shower, put on make-up. I wore a yellow top with thin traps, and some jean shorts.

I went for Cara's room and opened the door, without knocking. Niall was in there, kissing Cara. I coughed to get their attention, and they looked at me.

"Hi Emma", Niall said, all red in his face. Awkward silence. "I'm just gonna go, then", he said and left with a strange look on his face.

"Uh, la, la!", I said, with a surprised look on my face, "didn't really expect that... Did he spent the night in here?!".

"No, of course not! He just came to say good morning..." Cara said, still blushing.

"Yeah, right..." I said looking at her with a cheeky smile.

"Changing the subject. How did the date go?" Cara asked.

"Really good!", I said joining the changing of subject, "he was such a gentleman, and when we went to London Eye, he kissed me".

"Really!? Congratulations!" She said, with an excited look on her face.

"Yeah, pretty amazing, huh? It was wonderful. He was so gentle and sweet," i said, looking dreamy, out of the window, "but now, put on some clothes, and join me for breakfast!" I said with a sharper voice.

"Yes, mom" she replied, laughing.

"Sit with me", Harry said.

We had all joined at a long table. Niall crazy about the food: "OMG, there's pancakes again!", he screamed, and pulled Cara with to the buffet.

Harry and I laughed. "They're so cute!", I said. "Yeah, Cara's such a sweet girl. They look good together."

Cara and I had been best friends since the first year at high school. We loved each other, and could talk about everything; our family, boys, and other girly stuff. She were always there for me. If I had to describe her personality with three words, I'd say: flirty, listening, and open.

"I had a great night last night", Harry said, "how about we do it again some time?".

"Sounds great!".

When we were done eating breakfast, Harry and I went to our rooms.

As we were walked into the elevator, he said:

"Wanna watch a movie tonight?".

"Of course!" I said. Who wouldn't?

"We are going to rehearsals of the concert for the day after tomorrow now, so I'll see you at 9."

He kissed my cheek, and I blushed as he waved goodbye. I was still all smiling when I went to my room.

Cara and I had spend the whole afternoon having a girly pamper day. Painting our nails, and wearing face masks. We really enjoyed it.

It was 9 o'clock when I heard a knock on the door. Cara had left, meeting Niall for dinner in the city. I opened, and Harry kissed me on the cheek again. I wished he'd kiss me on my lips instead.

"Ready for the movie?", he asked me, holding out his hand, for me to grab it. I did.

"Sure!", I replied.

I sat down on his bed, as he asked for snacks. 2 minutes later he brought in the popcorns.

"What do you wanna watch?", Harry asked.

"You choose".

"Well, how about a scary movie?", he said with a grin on his face, "you can hold my hand if it gets too scary". He blinked at me.

"I'm not that easy scared".

We sat down on his bed, close to each other. I could feel his warm body against me, and even though I was scared, I felt safe. At a really scary scene, I turned my face at his chest. I didn't really think it over.

"It's okay, love. It's over now." He turned my face, so I was looking at him. He looked into my eyes, and kissed me again. Every time he kissed me, it turned into another wonderful moment. I held his neck towards me, and he parted my lips, slipping in his tongue. The kiss was intense and passionate, and lasted for a few minutes. When I pulled away, I took a deep breath, and giggled. We didn't really pay attention to the rest of the movie.

The next morning I realized, I weren't in my own bed. I turned around and saw Harry sleeping face. He looked so peaceful. Nothing happened last night, we just fell a sleep, lying next to each other.

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