Harry's POV
I grabbed my clothes from the drawer and put them on. I can't stop thinking about Summer. She means a lot, and I mean a lot to me. I got in my car and went to pick her up.

Summers POV
Harry was on his way to pick me up. What was I supposed to do? Blake can't just think I'm going to pick someone in a matter of minutes. This could take a long time to think about. *knock knock* I open the door, it was Harry. "Hello love," he said.he handed me a bouquet of red roses. "Oh Harry, these are beautiful!" I said. He pulled my hand towards his body. "Just like you." He whispered. "Where would you like to go?" He asked me. "Maybe, Starbucks?" I suggested. "Aha, every girl I know would pick that." He said.


The car ride was quiet. We went to Starbucks. " I'll have a Carmel frappicino." I said. "And I'll have a very berry hibiscus. Harry said after me. We got our drinks and sat down. "Harry, I need to talk to you." G ahead love." "Okay Harry, so my boyfriend, Blake called me yesterday, and found out about the.., the kiss. And he said that I had to choose between him and you." I said. "oh. Well, it's okay, if you pick him and.." His voice trailed off. He got up and started to leave. I grabbed his hand. "Harry, I-" "What?! Summer, you've said enough. Summer, I-I-I love you."

I looked away from him. He loved me. And he meant it. This is going to cause a lot more conflict. What the hell am I going to do..

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