Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.


37. Not What It Seems


Emily and I are cooking dinner because we wanted to. "This smells heavenly," Emily says.

"I haven't had chili in way too long," I give the pot of chili a stir.

"It's amazing what food we have in the house."

"They really have it stocked."

"Can you believe we're approaching a month here?"

"Two weeks and it'll be a whole month. I'm happy, yet sad."

"Me too. It's going too fast."

"I wish I'd slow down."

"Is the food ready?" come's Sarah's voice.

Emily and I turn to look at her. "Yeah, go get the others."

"Okay," Sarah walks away.

"You still gonna ask Niall?" I ask.

"Yes, I think I am."


"The chili smells amazing," Delaney says.

"It's gonna taste good, too," Emily says.

"Everyone, soups up!" I yell.

*The Next Day-Later Afternoon*

"Fuck Harry! It hurts!" I shout.

"It'll get better in a second," Harry reassures.

"It's bleeding, Harry!"

"That's what happens. Calm down."

"Hurry, put the Band-Aid on."

"Okay," Harry carefully puts the Band-Aid on my knee.

"Thank you. I'll try and be more careful next time come."

"I hope so," he pulls me to the edge of the counter.

"Hey, I didn't see the hole until it was too late."

"That's okay, Buttercup." Then his lips connect with mine. He pulls me off the counter; my feet hit the floor and Harry keeps me from falling. After a bit of my pushed up against the counter and Harry's lips on mine, I feel his tongue on my bottom lip.

I disconnect out lips and put my hands on his chest so he won't come back. "Harry," my voice comes out smaller than I wanted.

"Yes," he growls in a deep, very sext voice.

I look into his eyes and they're darker than normal. He loves kissing me, and I live kissing him. One things wrong, though. "I've never French kissed anyone before."

His eyes soften after a few seconds, "Oh, rushing?"

I tangle my fingers in his hair, "I'm not sure."

"Do you want to try French kissing?"

"Um," I take a breath. "With you, yes."

He smiles, "Okay." Then his lips connect with mine again. It's nice, actually. At the same time weird, though. I just follow Harry's lead. There's no real rhythm. Our tongues just move around each other's. I've never done this before because it's too much commitment.

After a minute or so, he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. "So, I can guess since you've never French kissed someone before. You're still a virgin?"

"Of course I'm a virgin. This isn't Europe, Curly."

"I know that."

"It's great I'm a virgin. Also, I've never loved someone enough. Not even my longest boyfriend."

"Maybe I'll be the one. I won't rush you, though."

"I don't know, Harry. We're not married."

He gives me a quick kiss. "Not now, later. Your birthday," he winks.

I push him away, "Harry, let it go. I'll think, but it'll probably be no."

He pouts, "Fine. I'll wait as long as I need to, though. You'll want to do it one day."


Sorry I've been gone for a while. School just is, ugh! Anyways, hope you liked the chapter.

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