Something Good Can Work

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, his eyes on the road. I'd just explained everything, every little detail of my evening and he seemed to understand my frustration. "Anywhere. No where. I don't care." I said as my eyes drifted out the side window, the Stars were bright in the sky tonight. The moon was hanging low and it was like a scene from a movie. "Isn't there a party at Katy's?" I ask, turning to look at him.
"Yeah, but do you think that's the best idea? I am not sure that's the best scenario for you right now love." He said glancing toward me.
He was right, but all I wanted to do was to party and forget about everything. I didn't have to agree, he knew. "Just relax, I know where to go." He said softly before turning the radio up. I think the pixies were on or maybe David Bowie. I can't be exact, but it was very relaxing. We drove like this not really speaking for about twenty minutes before he pulled off onto a dirt road. There were trees scattered around us and it led to a nice clearing that overlooked the city. Holmes chapel was small, but the lights were bright below us. The lights in the sky shining with more force than earlier. "I come out here when I'm writing songs. It's kind of cliche, I know. It helps me clear my mind though." He said as we parked. I smiled, he was always so thoughtful. We climbed out of his car and he made his way to the trunk, he pulled out a blanket and led me over toward a nice spot that gave us a clear view of the town. We both sat down and then lay flat on our backs, looking up at the sky. My wild blonde locks were falling from my bun and tangling with his equally unruly dark curls.
"Summer, I'm horribly sorry for the situation, but also very happy you've moved here. I haven't had a real friend in so long, you've done so much for me already without really trying. Things are on the mend with the lads and everything is going great...I wish I could help you like you've helped me." We didn't make eye contact while he spoke, but I knew he meant each word. I nodded, finally looking at him.
"You have. You always make me feel better..." My voice is barely above a whisper, but he's done it again. All of my troubles are pushed to the back of mind and I want nothing more than for him to kiss me. He turned on his side and moved his palm to my face, caressing my cheek softly. "You're beautiful. In every way..." The words slipped from his lips and intoxicated my thoughts. Mesmerized by everything about him; his eyes looking at me that way, his lips moving slowly to taunt me, his hair being blown back by the light breeze, and finally the way his hand touched me so tenderly. I was about to explode. His face inched closer to mine, my heart racing and my stomach in knots, and finally he did it. His lips crashed into mine with a hunger that told me he'd been wanting this just as badly as I had. His left hand swooped under me and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies melting into one another as he deepened the kiss. My first taste of Harry styles. He tasted like peppermint and honey, sprinkled with salt. I parted my lips to suckle on his tongue, begging him not to stop with no words. He leaned me back and pressed into me, his body was warm and made me feel safe. I was lost in this moment. Our moment. Finally. I felt his fingers moving up my sweater, his fingertips cold from the night air caused a chill to shoot through me. Goose bumps forming on my flesh as he inched up further and further. He let his hand linger on my rib cage before he smoothed it up and took my breast into his fist, squeezing it gently. Our lips parted and he was kissing my neck now, I heard the moans leaving my mouth without my permission. My head was out and my body was in full control. I pushed my hips up towards him, feeling drunk from his mere touch. He was squeezing my breast harder now, working it out of the silky fabric and touching the soft supple skin. Wait. Wait. No, this is not happening. I move my hand to his, pulling it away and then trying to catch my breath. Despite the burning desire I felt in my tummy, this wasn't right. I couldn't do this now, not while I was so upset. Harry pulled his lips away from my skin and sat up, looking at me confused. "I'm sorry, am I moving too fast?" He asks, blinking his eyes. I sat up some too, fixing my bra and my sweater. "I want this so bad Harry, so so bad.." I admitted, feeling the pink rise in my cheeks. "I just can't do this now. Not at this moment. I just....I'm scared I'll wake up tomorrow regretting it and I don't want to do that..." I say sheepishly, feeling like an absolute disappointment. His lips pull into a lopsided smile and he nods. "Yeah, I don't want that either Summer..." He playfully taps his index finger to my nose and then smiles fully. "We can cuddle and continue watching the stars then?" He offers and I smile. We cuddle in together on the blanket, looking up at the stars and pointing out different constellations. I didn't even think about my phone. Which was in his car. Blowing up from the phone calls and texts. Just a headache for later.

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