Love Struck 2: That Summer

"Don't walk away," he whispered. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me here, alone."

Harry and Jordyn had a nice start to the summer. Their friends Grace, Niall and Louis all hang out with them to make the summer unforgettable before their senior year at Wolfridge High. While summer tends to go on, Harry wishes it could never end.
But what happens when the love of his life brings heart-breaking news to all four of them? Will they stay together? Or break up?

The sequal to 'Love Struck,' so please read that before this!!


18. Jordyn's POV:

**1 Week Later**

I woke up. Wednesday. Harry's cousin's wedding. I'm so excited. I know Harry's going to be so happy to see me in the purple dress I got. It was spaghetti strap with a flowered embroidery at the left side of my waist, with it ending at the middle of my thighs.I ran downstairs, quickly eating breakfast before running upstairs again to get ready. 

I slipped my dress on, admiring how pretty I looked in the mirror. I curled my hair into big bouncy ringlets, and I pinned my cheek-length bangs up to the side with a purple-sparkled flower clip. I did my eyeshadow a shear violet with a little bit of glitter coating on the top of my lids, along with mascara, eyeliner, foundation, blush, and lipstick. I sprayed a little perfume on.

I ran back downstairs to see my mom dressed in a black blazer with black pants and her short blonde hair curled into tight ringlets. My dad was dressed in a tux, and I could smell his cologne from a mile away.

"You look so nice, Jordyn! Harry's going to be happy," my mom said, placing her hands on my shoulders. I saw her start to tear up.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

She looked me in the eye. "It's you remember the first time Harry came to our house?"

I nodded.

"He was so nice...and now, it's honestly really hard to believe that he's practically taking you to a dance as his girlfriend..."

"Mom, he took me to the Valentine's Day dance to, remember?"

"Yeah, I do. I cried then, to."

I giggled and nodded again. 

"C'mon, we better go. Orlando is a half hour away," my dad said. We walked out, got in the car and drove away. I plugged in my earbuds, just imagining what tonight's going to be like. At the reception. We are going to stay at a hotel for te time being, and then go to the reception afterwards. 

I can just see Harry's face...wide-eyes, lips parted, eyeing me up and down. I can't wait to see how he looks, to. It always causes me to eye him up and down, to. Because normally, he would just wear t-shirts and shorts. It'll be nice to see him in something different for once.

About a half hour later, we arrived at the church. It was bricked on the outside with a white steaple with a large, wooden cross at the top. 

Harry must be inside. He wasn't in the parking lot. 

We entered the church, and I still didn't see Harry. I looked around, standing on my toes to try and see over the taller people.

Suddenly, I saw Harry. He can't see me, because he was looking in a different direction. I knew he was looking for me though. He then sent me a text.

"Are you here?" It read.

"Yeah, im by the door." I replied. He looked over at the door, still not seeing me.

I waved my hand to get his attention, and once he saw me, he practically sprinted over to me, his mom and Gemma behind him. 

Once he got to me, he looked just as I expected. His lips were parted, eyeing me up and down. I smiled and walked closer to him, with my parents greeting Harry's mom and Gemma.

"What...too much?" I asked him.

" look so beautiful, babe." He kissed me on the forehead.

"I can say the same to you. Since when do you wear tuxes?" 

"Since I got the most beautiful girlfriend ever." He started to run his hand through my hair, but I jokefully pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch my'll ruin it." I giggled.

"Oh yeah...I'm supposed to ruin your lipstick...not your hair. I forgot."

I giggled again and playfully smacked him on the shoulder. I then walked over to his mom to greet her.

"Jordyn, you look really nice. Where did you get your dress?" She asked. 

"I got it at Delia's, actually," I said. Harry wrapped his arm loosely around my shoulders. "And thanks. You look nice to. And so do you, Gemma!"

"Thanks," they both said and smiled.

"Should we go sit down, Jordyn?" Harry quickly asked.

"Yeah." I told my parents and walked away (because they were talking with Harry's mom and Gemma). Harry walked in front of me, with me behind him and his hand in mine. We then sat down, and he didn't let go of my hand.

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