Our lips pressed together in a mess of irony. Poetic was the word that came to my mind, the lips I tasted were my first taste of England so to speak.
“I’ve waited to do this for so long” His words were slow, even more of his Irish accent flowing through.
I sat up, looking down my bare chest that melted into him.
“Me too.” I said softly, pressing my lips on his jaw. His fingers gripped my naked thighs as he gave a nice thrust inside of me.
“Niall…” I called out, my eyes clinching shut as I felt his length conquering my core.
“Summer…” He breathed back, a shiver running through his spine.
“I love you” His blue eyes staring into my soul, he loved me. He really loved me.
“I love you too…”

“Summer!—Earth to Summer??” I heard Harry’s voice bringing me back to life. I opened my eyes fully, sitting up and immediately grabbing my head. It was pounding.
“What-where are we?” I asked, finally acknowledging the blinding sun light that was shining through the curtains. My mouth was dry and I was frantically trying to smack my lips and produce saliva.
“We’re at Zayn’s. You refused to get out of the car last night, you don’t remember?” He asked, kneeling down to look at me.
My eyes glanced around the room, it looked like I woke up in 80’s era CBGB’s. There were stickers all over the walls, spray painted words – abstract art littered up to the ceiling.
“Who’s car?” I asked, taking his hand as he pulled me up. Once my knees extended I knew it was a bad idea, I toppled over and into Harry’s arms. He held on to me tight, almost too tight.
“I’m okay…” I said as he walked me over toward a dilapidated couch.
“You aren’t. You’re not okay, there is something seriously wrong here Summer. You broke my heart, you can’t just do that. I’m a human being, a person with feelings.” He said shaking his head, I could tell he was still upset. I would have been too. My bottom lip clung to my dry tongue as I attempted to wet my lips.
“I know…” I said meekly.
“Obviously not, you just played me. How long have you been sleeping with him?” He stood up now, pacing back and forth. His hands going from his hips to in the air as he turned to look at me. He was so lovely, perfect dark curls pulled back into a dingy bandana, his green eyes only brighter against red stained whites. His t-shirt had rips here and there, a large hole right to the left of his navel. His jeans were tight, clinging to his toned thighs that threatened to rip through at any minute. He looked at me, snapping his fingers.
“Are you asleep!?” He demanded. I shook my head, looking at him again.
“No, I’m. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on in here…” I said gulping and pointing toward my cranium.
“I’m broken.” I said, looking up with wet eyes.
He stood there, looking down at me with a clenched jaw. I’d give anything to know what he was thinking.
“You were sleeping with Niall, weren’t you?” He asked, finally sitting beside me on the couch. My eyes widened and I turned to look at him, completely dumbfounded.
“What? Why would you even think that?” My brows arched quizzically.
“You were moaning his name.” He said, frowning at me.
“NO, whoa. That was a dream, like a weird creepy dream that I have absolutely never had before. I am not and never have. I promise.” I said, instantly holding up my pinky in a childish reflex
He blew out a laugh, gawking at me as if I’d lost my mind. He hooked his pinky to mine and pulled me into him, so close to him that we just fell over on the couch. His arms laced tightly around my shoulders while my legs wrapped around his. I wanted to sleep here forever.

“Oh my god, Summer! We have been looking for you everywhere!” Lucy screamed, making my head pound anymore.
“She’s with Harry, of course.” Niall said, rolling his eyes. I sat up quickly, what the fuck. Why is Niall here?

Notes

Dude, where's Summer's memory?

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