Nine Days

I climb in the gorgeous and we drive off. He turns the radio on and a song by Ed Sheeran is playing. I find myself singing along to my favourite song, Photograph. Harry laughs at me, when I try to hit the high notes. I playfully swat his arm to get him to stop laughing. After a few seconds he starts singing with me.

“Wait you know this song?” I ask

“Yeah actually I do, it’s my favourite song, just don’t tell my friends.”

“Scouts honor.”I smile and give a fake salute.

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We stop at a amazing looking apartment building and he climbs out. “Home sweet, home.”He says

I slowly climb out, and touch the back of my head, just to feel the pain to make sure that what I am seeing before me is real and not a dream. He walks over to me with my bag in his one hand and takes my hand with his other one. He squeezes it to reassure me, that he is here for me every step of the way. Well sort of, I think. We walk hand in hand up the steps in silence, not awkward silence but the good kind. I’m scared of what to expect.

Once we get into the apartment, he throws my bag to the side. He puts his hand on the back of my head where my stiches are and pushes me against a nearby wall.

“Sorry for your head, but I have missed you too much to wait any longer.”He says and my breathing becomes very rapid.

He kisses me fiercely, but I won’t open my mouth for him. He lifts my back of the wall slightly and squeezes my bum, I gasp and he takes advantage of my now open mouth. He dances with my tongue and we are in perfect harmony.

He pushes me back against the wall, pinning me with his crotch. I can feel him getting harder, it sends chills down my spine. He takes his free hand to lift my shirt ever so slightly, just so that he can cup my left breast.

I move my hands to cup his perfect face while he is kissing me. But suddenly he stops kissing me, I whine for more of his touch. He laughs at me and gives me one last peck on the mouth.

“God knows how much I’ve missed you.”He whispers. All I do is smile.

I don’t really know what else to do or think, he says we’re dating and I believe him. I take a deep breath and the scent from my dream is smelled, it’s him. He is that intoxicating scent, I love so much. I really don’t know if I love him yet, but I know he loves me and I can’t bare the feeling of seeing that hurt look on his face again.

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