between the raindrops
Chapter 15
“So what are we going to do today love?”
I raised an eyebrow at Harry and shrugged. I honestly had no idea what we should do. Though if I was being completely honest, I had no problem with staying in bed all day with him. That would truly be a perfect day to me.
“Are your parents’ home?”
“Uh no. Both of them are at work…. Oh wait they’ve both gone on some business trips so they won’t be back for like a couple of days.” I replied, only realizing now that me and Harry had my house all to ourselves.
“Looks like you picked a good time to come back home.” He joked, making me laugh and hit him playfully on the chest.
“It was a very emotional time for me ok?”
“You aren’t on your period are you?”
“NO! Trust me you’d defiantly know if I was.” I shuddered at the thought of just how moody I could get while it was that time of month. Guess it doesn’t help my zodiac sign is Cancer. And apparently we’re meant to be one of the most emotional/moody signs… Well I defiantly live up to that.
“Good. Now go get changed. I know what we’re doing.” He instructed me, as he playfully hit my backside.
“Not until you tell me what we’re doing and what I need to wear.” I reasoned with him.
“Wear a dress that flows nicely. But that’s all you’re getting from me.”
Scowling, I got off his lap and walked over to my walk in closet. Pursing my lips, I looked at all my dresses. This was probably going to take a long time. I just had too many dresses to pick from.
“I’ll be down stairs getting everything ready. So just come down once you’re ready.”
Harry said as he appeared in the doorway of my closet. Nodding me head and waving him away, I carried on browsing through my dresses trying to decide which one to pick. Do I go for sexy, casual or elegant? Ugh why couldn’t he tell me more about whatever we were going to do? It would make this decision so much fucking easier.
After about ten minutes of me pulling dresses off the racks and then putting them back, I finally settled on one dress, which I was positive pulled off being sexy, casual and elegant all at the same time. There was no way Harry could be disappointed in this dress. Once I’d pulled on my heels, I made my way out of my room and towards the stairs. Where I saw Harry waiting half way down them for me. I’ll admit he can clean up nice when he wants to.
“Harry… What’s going on?” I asked once I reached him. Nothing made sense.
“Well Lucas told me how you never got to go to your senior prom because you had food poisoning. So I figured I’d give you your very own prom.” He explained, giving me a sheepish smile.
In that moment I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He was giving me my own senior prom and he was going to be my fucking date. Sweet Jesus, could he get any more perfect? I honestly don’t think he could.
“Shall we?” He asked as he bent his arm out to me.
I couldn’t stop the pinkish tint form on my cheeks as I linked my arm through his. Sure it felt weird going to a ‘prom’ with Harry instead of Lucas but I pushed that to the back of my mind. I needed to focus on the here and now and I made a silent promise to myself that I wasn’t going to ruin anyone else’s moods. I would fake a smile until I was alone. I needed to start being a better person for everyone else’s sake.
Harry led me into the big ballroom we had. Yes we have a ballroom because my parents are the type of people who hold big parties in ballrooms. Plus I used to take ballet and ballroom classes when I was younger. I was quiet the dancer in my childhood. Not so much my teenage years though.
My blue orbs looked around the ballroom that had its colorful lights on and it seriously kind of looked like a prom. But he couldn’t have done this all when I was up in my room. So did this mean he’d already arranged this with my parents? I mean I hadn’t left my room for however long it was. God I was dying to know the answer now.
“You can pick the first song. Just go over to the laptop and press play on whatever song you like.”
Nodding at him I walked over to the laptop that was hooked up to the speakers and started going through his iTunes playlist. Okay it looked like it was his and mine combined, which honestly didn’t surprise me. It didn’t take me long to find a song that I wanted to dance to. Pressing play, I put the volume on full so it’d drown out any outside noises.
Walking back over to Harry who was waiting in the middle of the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around my waist. We started to sway along to the song as it played. I’d picked ‘Arithmetic by Brooke Fraser’ since I was sure it fitted us quiet well.
“Thank you.” I whispered into the crook of his neck. Somehow my head had found its way there.
“For what?” He mumbled into my hair.
“For not giving up on me.” I breathed out before I placed a gentle kiss to his neck.
“I’d never give up on you Kim.” He said as he pulled back a little bit so he could look down at my face. “Not in a million years.”
I swallowed down the lump that’d formed in my throat. I nodded but my eyes refused to stay locked with his. Instead they found their way down to his chest.
“Promise me no matter what, you won’t leave me… Or give up on me.” I whispered in fear of my voice betraying me.
“I promise.”
A deep breath came out of my mouth; I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. But I didn’t worry about it. Instead I nuzzled my head back into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent. It was intoxicating and yet I wanted more. I craved more. I craved him and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to let him go. He was slowly replacing both Beth and Lucas. He was slowly becoming my number one person and I didn’t mind. Because while he may have hurt me in the past. I just knew he wouldn’t hurt me again. He was mine and I was his. Nothing was going to change.
I’d die before I let anything change it.
I raised an eyebrow at Harry and shrugged. I honestly had no idea what we should do. Though if I was being completely honest, I had no problem with staying in bed all day with him. That would truly be a perfect day to me.
“Are your parents’ home?”
“Uh no. Both of them are at work…. Oh wait they’ve both gone on some business trips so they won’t be back for like a couple of days.” I replied, only realizing now that me and Harry had my house all to ourselves.
“Looks like you picked a good time to come back home.” He joked, making me laugh and hit him playfully on the chest.
“It was a very emotional time for me ok?”
“You aren’t on your period are you?”
“NO! Trust me you’d defiantly know if I was.” I shuddered at the thought of just how moody I could get while it was that time of month. Guess it doesn’t help my zodiac sign is Cancer. And apparently we’re meant to be one of the most emotional/moody signs… Well I defiantly live up to that.
“Good. Now go get changed. I know what we’re doing.” He instructed me, as he playfully hit my backside.
“Not until you tell me what we’re doing and what I need to wear.” I reasoned with him.
“Wear a dress that flows nicely. But that’s all you’re getting from me.”
Scowling, I got off his lap and walked over to my walk in closet. Pursing my lips, I looked at all my dresses. This was probably going to take a long time. I just had too many dresses to pick from.
“I’ll be down stairs getting everything ready. So just come down once you’re ready.”
Harry said as he appeared in the doorway of my closet. Nodding me head and waving him away, I carried on browsing through my dresses trying to decide which one to pick. Do I go for sexy, casual or elegant? Ugh why couldn’t he tell me more about whatever we were going to do? It would make this decision so much fucking easier.
After about ten minutes of me pulling dresses off the racks and then putting them back, I finally settled on one dress, which I was positive pulled off being sexy, casual and elegant all at the same time. There was no way Harry could be disappointed in this dress. Once I’d pulled on my heels, I made my way out of my room and towards the stairs. Where I saw Harry waiting half way down them for me. I’ll admit he can clean up nice when he wants to.
“Harry… What’s going on?” I asked once I reached him. Nothing made sense.
“Well Lucas told me how you never got to go to your senior prom because you had food poisoning. So I figured I’d give you your very own prom.” He explained, giving me a sheepish smile.
In that moment I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He was giving me my own senior prom and he was going to be my fucking date. Sweet Jesus, could he get any more perfect? I honestly don’t think he could.
“Shall we?” He asked as he bent his arm out to me.
I couldn’t stop the pinkish tint form on my cheeks as I linked my arm through his. Sure it felt weird going to a ‘prom’ with Harry instead of Lucas but I pushed that to the back of my mind. I needed to focus on the here and now and I made a silent promise to myself that I wasn’t going to ruin anyone else’s moods. I would fake a smile until I was alone. I needed to start being a better person for everyone else’s sake.
Harry led me into the big ballroom we had. Yes we have a ballroom because my parents are the type of people who hold big parties in ballrooms. Plus I used to take ballet and ballroom classes when I was younger. I was quiet the dancer in my childhood. Not so much my teenage years though.
My blue orbs looked around the ballroom that had its colorful lights on and it seriously kind of looked like a prom. But he couldn’t have done this all when I was up in my room. So did this mean he’d already arranged this with my parents? I mean I hadn’t left my room for however long it was. God I was dying to know the answer now.
“You can pick the first song. Just go over to the laptop and press play on whatever song you like.”
Nodding at him I walked over to the laptop that was hooked up to the speakers and started going through his iTunes playlist. Okay it looked like it was his and mine combined, which honestly didn’t surprise me. It didn’t take me long to find a song that I wanted to dance to. Pressing play, I put the volume on full so it’d drown out any outside noises.
Walking back over to Harry who was waiting in the middle of the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around my waist. We started to sway along to the song as it played. I’d picked ‘Arithmetic by Brooke Fraser’ since I was sure it fitted us quiet well.
“Thank you.” I whispered into the crook of his neck. Somehow my head had found its way there.
“For what?” He mumbled into my hair.
“For not giving up on me.” I breathed out before I placed a gentle kiss to his neck.
“I’d never give up on you Kim.” He said as he pulled back a little bit so he could look down at my face. “Not in a million years.”
I swallowed down the lump that’d formed in my throat. I nodded but my eyes refused to stay locked with his. Instead they found their way down to his chest.
“Promise me no matter what, you won’t leave me… Or give up on me.” I whispered in fear of my voice betraying me.
“I promise.”
A deep breath came out of my mouth; I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. But I didn’t worry about it. Instead I nuzzled my head back into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent. It was intoxicating and yet I wanted more. I craved more. I craved him and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to let him go. He was slowly replacing both Beth and Lucas. He was slowly becoming my number one person and I didn’t mind. Because while he may have hurt me in the past. I just knew he wouldn’t hurt me again. He was mine and I was his. Nothing was going to change.
I’d die before I let anything change it.
9/6/13