The Tweet That Changed His Life (Dark Harry)
Chapter 10
*Still Harry’s POV*
First day of training, I joined the first gym I could find that did boxing. I had to protect Poppy. I lov-*WHAM* I fell down to the ground, my cheek burning from where I’d been punched.
“STYLES GET OFF OF THE GROUND”
“PAY ATTENTION, just because you’re in some boy band doesn’t mean we’re going to go easy on you”.
My trainer Bill was strong minded and stubborn, he wasn’t going slack on me and it was only my first day. We we’re learning stances and how to dodge approaching attacks and as you can see I’m not very good at it. I’ve been here for two hours leaving Poppy at her friends place; Emily.
With my whole body aching I reached down into my gym bag to see four missed calls from Louis and a text from Poppy asking how the gym was, I replied quickly with a great and that I’d come pick her up soon. I called Louis back.
“Hey Lou, you called?”
“Yeah Haz, you’ve been quiet lately, none of the boys have heard from you”
“Yeah…uhm just been…busy.” None of the boys know that I’m dating Poppy they just know that we’re really good friends. I’ll introduce them to her soon. “Lou, I’ve got to go, need to go do some stuff but I’ll text you all a time and place ok?”
“Ok Harry, see you then mate”
I jumped into my car and drove to the jewellers, going to find Poppy’s birthday present.
POPPY’S POV
“Harry how’d you get that bruise on your eye?” I said to him brushing over it lightly with my fingers. He tried to stay strong but I knew it hurt. Harry had come to pick me up from Emily’s house while he was at the gym. It was nice to catch up with my best friend.
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I walked into Harry’s flat, his hand on my back guiding me to the couch. I expected him to sit down next to me how we usually do and cuddle, but he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a box.
“Woahhhh Harry you’re not proposing are you? We’ve only been dating for like a couple weeks.” I said going into panic, I didn’t want to upset him if I knew I was going to reject him.
“No no it’s your birthday present silly, do you see me on one knee?” he replied poking his tongue out at me. “Anyways, that’s for a couple of years for me to be bending down. But HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPPY!” he screamed jumping on me sitting on the couch. After I said I couldn’t breathe, he settled down next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and placing the box on my lap.
I picked up the dark blue velvet box and slowly opened the lid. Harry’s smile was massive waiting for me to see what he had got, but also a hint of worry in his eyes that I suspected that he thought I wouldn’t like it. Under the lid revealed a small beautiful silver ring with a circle on the top with the initials H.S on them.
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“Harry its lovely but I’m confused?” I said looking up to him.
“Well it’s a promise ring. I have one too, with your initials on it. If you accept this ring?” he said pulling out another ring with my initials, P.B.
“Harry of course, I love it!” he smiled so much it looked like it hurt his cheeks. He pulled the ring out of the box and gently lifted my hand. The cold metal meeting my pinky finger was a complete different temperature to what Harry’s skin felt like on mine. He kissed my hand and looked back up at me shyly. He looked back down at his lap, cheeks red, turning the matching ring around with his long fingers. I looked at his eyes, my favourite thing about him hidden by his dark long eyelashes. I bravely took the matching ring from his hands and repeated the process with him. I joined our hands looking at the promise rings he had bought us.
“Happy Birthday gorgeous.” He said planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Thankyou Harry, really for everything.”
“Random question. But if you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?” Harry said cuddling us up on the couch.
“Uhm… Probably somewhere sunny, like Paris. As cliché as it sounds, I would love to go there, go see the Eifel Tower, go to the beaches. A trip I went on when I was little to Australia has made me addicted to the beach.” I smiled at the memory.
“I can make that happen, are you free next week?” Harry said to me.
“Harry what on earth are you going on about?” I said turning around in Harry’s arms to get a better look at him.
“Do you want to go to France next week; I’ve been there tons of times.”
“Harry we can’t just leave and go to France.”
“Yes we can, I’ve already passed it with our Mum’s. And just consider this another birthday present from me.” He smiled down kissing my lips, not letting me argue back.
The kiss grew hotter. Harry pushed me back softly to lie down on the couch, him on top of me with his arms on either side of my head. Re-joining our lips, my hands pulled at Harry’s hair. His moan vibrating through our mouths. Suddenly Harry’s crotch rubbed against mine, causing us both to moan. I lifted his shirt off getting a full view off his chest, abs and v-line. His mouth came back down onto my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, his fingers working on the buttons of my shirt, pulling it off to leave me in just m bra. I lifted my hips to push deeper into Harry’s, our pants still rubbing together. A growing feeling of warmth was happening in my stomach.
“F-fuck Poppy, you make me feel so good.” Harry moaned into my neck, making me tingle. I moved my hands down to his jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down, letting his erection push more against the soft cotton of my pants.
A knock came at the door, causing us to stop, our panting breaths filling the room.
“Who is it?” Harry yelled out, his voice deep and raspy.
“Louis, you idiot, let us in!” Louis screamed right back.
“Shit sorry Poppy, I forgot I invited the boys over.” He jumped off the couch, zipping his pants back up while I was buttoning my shirt back. Midway with the buttons Harrys swollen lips kissed my own before he headed to the door.
“Harry why are you shirtless?” One of the boys said at the front of the door, behind Harry’s back stood the remaining members of One Direction.
First day of training, I joined the first gym I could find that did boxing. I had to protect Poppy. I lov-*WHAM* I fell down to the ground, my cheek burning from where I’d been punched.
“STYLES GET OFF OF THE GROUND”
“PAY ATTENTION, just because you’re in some boy band doesn’t mean we’re going to go easy on you”.
My trainer Bill was strong minded and stubborn, he wasn’t going slack on me and it was only my first day. We we’re learning stances and how to dodge approaching attacks and as you can see I’m not very good at it. I’ve been here for two hours leaving Poppy at her friends place; Emily.
With my whole body aching I reached down into my gym bag to see four missed calls from Louis and a text from Poppy asking how the gym was, I replied quickly with a great and that I’d come pick her up soon. I called Louis back.
“Hey Lou, you called?”
“Yeah Haz, you’ve been quiet lately, none of the boys have heard from you”
“Yeah…uhm just been…busy.” None of the boys know that I’m dating Poppy they just know that we’re really good friends. I’ll introduce them to her soon. “Lou, I’ve got to go, need to go do some stuff but I’ll text you all a time and place ok?”
“Ok Harry, see you then mate”
I jumped into my car and drove to the jewellers, going to find Poppy’s birthday present.
POPPY’S POV
“Harry how’d you get that bruise on your eye?” I said to him brushing over it lightly with my fingers. He tried to stay strong but I knew it hurt. Harry had come to pick me up from Emily’s house while he was at the gym. It was nice to catch up with my best friend.
****
I walked into Harry’s flat, his hand on my back guiding me to the couch. I expected him to sit down next to me how we usually do and cuddle, but he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a box.
“Woahhhh Harry you’re not proposing are you? We’ve only been dating for like a couple weeks.” I said going into panic, I didn’t want to upset him if I knew I was going to reject him.
“No no it’s your birthday present silly, do you see me on one knee?” he replied poking his tongue out at me. “Anyways, that’s for a couple of years for me to be bending down. But HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPPY!” he screamed jumping on me sitting on the couch. After I said I couldn’t breathe, he settled down next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and placing the box on my lap.
I picked up the dark blue velvet box and slowly opened the lid. Harry’s smile was massive waiting for me to see what he had got, but also a hint of worry in his eyes that I suspected that he thought I wouldn’t like it. Under the lid revealed a small beautiful silver ring with a circle on the top with the initials H.S on them.
http://shop.markmcnairy.com/collections/all/products/pinky-ring
“Harry its lovely but I’m confused?” I said looking up to him.
“Well it’s a promise ring. I have one too, with your initials on it. If you accept this ring?” he said pulling out another ring with my initials, P.B.
“Harry of course, I love it!” he smiled so much it looked like it hurt his cheeks. He pulled the ring out of the box and gently lifted my hand. The cold metal meeting my pinky finger was a complete different temperature to what Harry’s skin felt like on mine. He kissed my hand and looked back up at me shyly. He looked back down at his lap, cheeks red, turning the matching ring around with his long fingers. I looked at his eyes, my favourite thing about him hidden by his dark long eyelashes. I bravely took the matching ring from his hands and repeated the process with him. I joined our hands looking at the promise rings he had bought us.
“Happy Birthday gorgeous.” He said planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Thankyou Harry, really for everything.”
“Random question. But if you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?” Harry said cuddling us up on the couch.
“Uhm… Probably somewhere sunny, like Paris. As cliché as it sounds, I would love to go there, go see the Eifel Tower, go to the beaches. A trip I went on when I was little to Australia has made me addicted to the beach.” I smiled at the memory.
“I can make that happen, are you free next week?” Harry said to me.
“Harry what on earth are you going on about?” I said turning around in Harry’s arms to get a better look at him.
“Do you want to go to France next week; I’ve been there tons of times.”
“Harry we can’t just leave and go to France.”
“Yes we can, I’ve already passed it with our Mum’s. And just consider this another birthday present from me.” He smiled down kissing my lips, not letting me argue back.
The kiss grew hotter. Harry pushed me back softly to lie down on the couch, him on top of me with his arms on either side of my head. Re-joining our lips, my hands pulled at Harry’s hair. His moan vibrating through our mouths. Suddenly Harry’s crotch rubbed against mine, causing us both to moan. I lifted his shirt off getting a full view off his chest, abs and v-line. His mouth came back down onto my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, his fingers working on the buttons of my shirt, pulling it off to leave me in just m bra. I lifted my hips to push deeper into Harry’s, our pants still rubbing together. A growing feeling of warmth was happening in my stomach.
“F-fuck Poppy, you make me feel so good.” Harry moaned into my neck, making me tingle. I moved my hands down to his jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down, letting his erection push more against the soft cotton of my pants.
A knock came at the door, causing us to stop, our panting breaths filling the room.
“Who is it?” Harry yelled out, his voice deep and raspy.
“Louis, you idiot, let us in!” Louis screamed right back.
“Shit sorry Poppy, I forgot I invited the boys over.” He jumped off the couch, zipping his pants back up while I was buttoning my shirt back. Midway with the buttons Harrys swollen lips kissed my own before he headed to the door.
“Harry why are you shirtless?” One of the boys said at the front of the door, behind Harry’s back stood the remaining members of One Direction.
7/3/13