Thank You El.

“Wear something you don’t mind getting wet babe. Maybe a swimsuit,” I suggest. She looks up at me and slightly smiles. I grab her by her arms and pull her closer so our bodies are tightly pressed together. I cup her cheek and just stare at her. Soon she looks away, “Harry don’t stare at me like that! It makes me nervous!” she says. “I'm staring at you like this because you’re extremely beautiful and I sometimes forget what I'm thinking. Why do I make you nervous?” I ask while quietly laughing. I move my face around until she’s looking me in the eyes again. “It feels like your looking into my soul or some creepy shit like that. Don’t say stuff like that either. You’re giving me butterflies in my stomach,” she swiftly covered her mouth as if she wasn’t supposed to let that slip. Instead of bringing up her “embarrassing” moment, I lightly kiss her lips. She soon return the favor and deepens the kiss. Rather than me making the first move, like I usually do, she slides her tongue across my bottom lip. She must have noticed that I was taken aback by this because she smiled as we began making out. Her fragile fingers were pulling at my unruly hair and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing up and down her thighs and back.
The kiss ended way too soon for my liking and before I knew it, she was putting on her shoes ready to leave. She looked up at me and started quietly chuckling, “is there some reason your just standing there staring at me?” I blinked my eyes a couple of times, completely unaware that I was just staring at her, “Yea, I just still can’t believe someone as amazing as you is my girlfriend.” I gave her one of my signature smiles, “nice save Harold. Nice.”
We walked out of her room and headed to the front door. Before we could leave, Eleanor came up to her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded her head and they shared a tight hug. She grabbed my hand and led me to the car. I ran ahead a little bit to open the door for her and ran to my side.
“Where are we going in the middle of October that requires a bathing suit?” she looked out the window and calmly asked me. I took the hand that was resting on her leg and gently caressed it while looking straight ahead. “If I was going to tell you where, I would have done so earlier. Nice try though.” She snickers and turns to look at me, “I hope it’s as special as y’alls dates,” she mutters under her breath. I don’t want to get into that subject now because I can’t stop traffic and hold her. I know it’s a sensitive topic and it usually ends up with me holding her and reassuring her that I really do like her. I'm just as anxious as she is to finally come out publicly about us. I want the world to see who is actually making me smile when I'm walking with Taylor, who I'm singing to at every concert we perform at, and who I'm slowly falling for.
I know its way to soon to be falling in love but something about her makes me think about forever. Can she swim?
Demetria POV:
During the drive, all I could do is think about what Eleanor said, “Put yourself first.” I take a deep breath and continue to stare out the window. Here goes nothing.

Notes

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