Paris Anna Smith is a normal Middle school age girl. When she meets two guys with her best friend jasmine, they get invited to a college party. Little did she know that they weren't their age, they were actually college guys. When she and Harry, one of the college boys, start dating she ends up getting pregnant by him and her parents do not approve of her dating a guy who is 5 years older than her. What will happen then? Read to find out!


5. Chapter 5

Paris's pov:

I washed up my hands and looked into the mirror. My red dress was slightly wrinkled from walking and my hair was slowly drifting out of the perfect curls. 

I walked out of the bathroom to find harry leaning against wall, getting annoyed. 

"I'm finished." I said smiling. 

His head snapped in my direction and his clearly annoyed facial expression turned into a gorgeous smile. 

"Alrighty my lady, right this way." He said grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall way. 

We entered his orange room and he let go of my hand to get the couple, that were clearly making out, out of the room. 

I looked around and I saw a picture with a little boy, I'm guessing was harry, playing soccer. I looked beside it to see him again with a beautiful brunette. 

"Is snooping fun for you?" Harry said. 

I turned around and saw him smirking with his eyebrows raised. 

I smiled and walked to him. 

"No! I'm just trying to find the real you." I said poking his stomach. 

"How bout I just tell you." He said wrapping his arms around my waist. 

I looked up into his green eyes. 

It was like looking at perfect green stars. 

He looked down at my lips asking to kiss me without words. 

I nodded to him. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine. 

His lips moved along with mine as we swayed our hips to the music coming from downstairs. 

I fluttered my eyes open and close. He pulled me closer and tugged me a little to jump. 

I jumped and he spun me around not breaking the kiss. 

He laid me down on the bed. And kissed my neck, not missing my sweet spots. 

I smiled as he continued down my neck. 

"Harry!?" I moaned through my words.

"Paris?!" He mocked. 

"Who-who is the woman in that photo with you." I replied. 

He raised up and sat beside me. He signed and ran his hands through his hair. 

"That's my mum." He said. 

"Harry, are you okay?" I said putting my left hand on his right knee. 

"Yea. It's just I haven't seen my mom in 8 years. He said leaning his head down. 

"I'm sorry, but why?" I said rubbing circles on his back. 

"I'm not sure if I should tell you, all my past girlfriends ran away when I told them." He said looking into my eyes. 

"I promise you, I will never leave you." I said looking into his eyes in the same sync. 

"We'll, when I was 10, I found out that I had bipolar. I would go insane when things didn't go how I wanted. Well one day my mom wouldn't buy me a new soccer ball and I went mad. I slung chairs, pictures, and everything in reach. I hit Anne in the face with chair, she fell over holding her nose in pain. "I can't do this no more!" She said getting up. She grabbed Gemma and walked out just like that." He said with tears in his eyes. 

"Aww baby, I'm so sorry. It's okay. You'll find her." I whispered. 

"But she doesn't love me or want me." He whispered back. 

"No one wants me." He said louder. 

"I want you." I whispered. I brought my face closer to his, so close that our breaths were echoing with each other. 

"Show me then." He replied in a whisper. 


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