When we're 19.

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"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from e... Más

When we're 19.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Note. :)
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21
Chapter 22.
Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.
Chapter 26.
Chapter 27.
Chapter 28.
Chapter 29.
Chapter 30.
Chapter 31.
Chapter 32.
Chapter 33.
Chapter 34.
Chapter 35.
Chapter 36.
Chapter 37
Chapter 38.
Chapter 39.
Chapter 40.
Chapter 41.
Chapter 42.
The end.
Thank you!

Chapter 9.

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CHAPTER 9.

"And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me."

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

HARRY'S P.O.V.

We wait outside Beth's house, Matt impatiently pressing the horn again and again. We've been waiting outside her house for at least 5 minutes and there is no answer from her. Matt started to curse by now, banging the horn.

"Calm down man." I move his wrist from the wheel, stopping him. He glares at me before looking up again. Finally, we spot her waving from the window motioning us that she'll be there.

"I'll be back." Megan hops out of the car, walking in Beth's house. Matt breaths out in frustration making me laugh.

It feels great to get such a good company. I just knew it was my looks; it was my confidence that I had to built to get such a good position. I wasn't surprised when Beth didn't recognize me at first, like she would have thought about me in these 3 years. She has changed a little. Her body got curvier; she got hotter than I last saw her. Her beauty was always in my mind, as far as I remember I cried when she left. She was the only girl I cried for and maybe I was a bit too sensitive back then.

Last night was amazing; I got to watch the best show ever. Watching Beth dance like that sure was a huge turn on. I wanted to beat the shit out from that guy; she already flirted with her so of course he'll follow. Hell, I was jealous of that, I hated that dare.

I didn't mean to make her feel bad by saying if she'll walk with the previous me. I know she felt bad, I know she felt uncomfortable near me because of the horrid past. But I tend to push it back and start a new relationship with her. Speaking of relationship,☆ The deal. That was the first thing I said to make her atleast realize that I remember her very well. I'm 19, she has turned 19 and a deal is a deal. But I have a feeling she still...you know...doesn't like me..but I'll change that, no worries.☆

"Sorry I'm late." Beth takes my attention, climbing in the jeep. I hesitantly look back, finding her already looking at me. She smiles which I couldn't help but return.

"You're always late." Matt huffs, starting the engine.

"Shut up and drive." She giggles a little. I couldn't help but watch her from the rear view mirror. How she sings along the music blasting in the vehicle, how show throws her head back in laughter, how she sticks her tongue out at Megan. You could just watch her all day and never get bored. Yup, I think she's that beautiful.

Matt punches my shoulder, breaking me from my small trance. I turn to him, rubbing my shoulder playfully.

"I think that's enough for now." He chuckles, referring to my creeping. I chuckle with him, my eyes again darting to the rare view mirror. This time catching her looking at me. My stomach flips when I find her looking at me.

She smiles before turning to the window. I return the smile looking outside the beautiful place around us.

I don't really predict anything from these 2 weeks. But I'm sure as hell I'll win the deal and get her sooner.

BETH'S P.O.V.

After unpacking everything from our baggage. I took a bath to freshen up a bit and changed into a simple tank top and some shorts.

Currently, we all are out in the beach enjoying the sunset. Walking near the shore has always been my favorite. I always come here just to think or relax. It feels nice how the wind blows and how your feet bat on the wet sand. I don't know I just love it.

Just not far away, 3 males are playing with a disc in the water. One of them is shirtless which I assume is Harry.

I literally forced myself for not having feeling for him. I started to realize I was...I was just talking about his little details. Things that I like about him who led me to the conclusion that maybe I have feelings for him. I don't. He isn't anything like me. We're different from each other, we should get that.

"It's up to you now, curly!" Matt shouts followed by a loud laugh by Jim.

"Hey!" Harry shouts back but before he could say anything Matt and Jim jog out of the water, laughing at Harry. I don't understand the whole thing but a smile tugs on my lips anyway.

"Great." Harry throws his hands up in frustration. His eyes then met mine, his arms failing to his sides as he looks at me.

"What happened?" I lightly giggle, walking towards his side. I don't step in the water yet, getting wet isn't my plan.

"I threw the Frisbee deeper than I thought." He chuckles scratching the back of his neck. I smile my eyes flicking to his toned body. His tattoos were freaky in a hot way. He looks so fine. Stop Bethany!

Harry disappears under the water. I look down at the wet sand, my feet drawing random circles as I waited for Harry. Why am I waiting for him? But I want to. How can I do this to myself?

He finally pops up, breathing out heavily. His hair is sticks to his face as he stands up. I watch him intently as he flips his hair, setting them perfectly. His body is dripping with water, his wet sports shorts hung lowly on his torso.

"Like what you see, eh?" Harry cocks an eyebrow smirking teasingly. My gaze drop down to the ground, my cheeks heating bright red. He heavily chuckles at my reaction. God, I have to get used to this confidence he found.

Cold drops of water hit my body as I gasp. Harry smiles cheekily before throwing a little more drops.

"Come on." He offers smiling. I shake my head.

"I'm not planning to get wet." I inform.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

It was like he threw a whole tide on me. I was surely wet now. I stood there with my mouth hanging. Harry laughing loudly.

"You didn't." I look up at him.

"I just did." He threw more water, getting me even wetter than before.

"Harry! Stop!" I whine bring my hands in front of me. He chuckles before splashing more water.

"Nope." He doubles his shots, getting me dripping wet. I look up at him, smirking. That's it. Making my move I run into the water, the cool liquid coming till my knees as I gasp. Harry chuckles, moving backwards. I follow him deeper, splashing more water on the boy. The water now coming till my shorts. We splash water at each other, breaking into fits of laughter.

He took no time to grab my waist around his arms, throwing me into the water. I hold my breath quickly, my hands flying around his neck to keep me out. He chuckles trying to push my down into the water.

"I can't swim, Harry. Please!" I shout pleading. He chuckles giving up finally. My body was lifted up again, finally keeping me on my feet. The grip around his neck didn't leave; I didn't even realize that I was holding him like that. I quickly slip from my hold, keeping distance between us.

"Look, you got me wet now." I pout giggling lightly.

"Wet like....."

"Harry!" I shout, pushing him away. Harry chuckles, keeping his balance before falling on the water. Gosh, he's such a pervert. I didn't realize the heat tingling on my cheeks before I look up at him.

Our eyes are locked, drops of water falling down our faces. His eyes were sparkling in the sunset. They were a beautiful combination. Green eyes with his cheeky personality. Look away you idiot. Look away. I want to go against my scolding ass subconscious but before I could my head drops to the water. The blush on my cheeks appearing again. His gaze is still on me, burning on my skin to be exact. Did we just have a moment?

"Beth! Harry!" Someone calls out, which I assume is Cassidy. I turn towards Harry who is already smiling at me. He needs to stop doing this. His smile and all that.

"Race you inside." I excitedly spoke, running before him.

"No fair!" Harry whines, running after me.

'Keep your distance Beth, I'm warning you.'

***

We were all sprawled on different couches after a heavy dinner. Everyone having a beer bottle in their hands while we watch a movie, 'Something borrowed' to be exact. It's one of my favorite movies and I have watched it like a million time so my mind isn't really interested. I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy by the 2 bottles I had gulped a few moments ago. I stare at the T.V screen, gulping in the last bit of liquid left.

"You know what, this is ridiculous. In the end we all know that Darcy will be the pregnant whore & Dex being the dick he is will get Rachel, end of story. What's the point of watching it all over again?" I slur, whining at the end. All heads turn towards me, some laughing some smiling at my tipsy self. On the other hand Cassidy shoots a glare at me, obviously pissed with my burst up.

"Shut the hell up would you!" She scolds, turning back to the T.V. I stick my tongue out at her, even though she wasn't looking. My eyes flick to the person already smiling at me, Harry. Why does he do that? What is he try to prove dammit?

I got up from my place, stumbling to the kitchen the 3rd time. I got rid of the empty glass bottle and stumbled to grab another one. Not thinking of any conciseness and what so ever, I walk out of the kitchen and plopped no the couch taking everyone's attention.

"Another one? Are you getting wasted women?" Matt asks a little playfully.

"Shut the hell up would you!" I giggled, earning a glare from Cassidy. Am I the only one drunk here? I drop myself on the couch, gulping the cold liquid again. Minutes later Megan burst into laughter, looking at me. I gave her a confused look, sipping the cool liquor in the bottle.

"I see what you did there." She laughs, throwing her palm in the air. We share a loud high-5 laughing at absolutely nothing. Looks like I'm not the only one here. Everyone shouts at the same time, making me and Megan jump. We playfully place our index finger on our lips, trying to hold the laughter forcing itself out.

After gulping the last bit in the bottle, I curl on the couch. My eyes started to get heavy, my head pounding by now. I knew I shouldn't have drink; I even had some yesterday night. This is going to hurt in the morning.

"Beth!" The hand is placed on my shoulder, shaking lightly. I whine a little, shrugging the hand off. The palm was warm against my bare cold shoulder. He chuckles lightly, his hot breath hitting my face. My eyes shot open after realizing the boy standing next to me, it was Harry.

"What are you doing?" I spoke, a hiccup escaping my mouth.

"Everyone passed out here and I was the only sober one so I'm taking you upstairs, get up." He explains, grabbing my forearm softly. My head was pounding with pain, the alcohol still flowing in my system. He helps me get up the couch, his hand finding their way around my waist. My shirt was stuck up revealing a little part of my waist. His fingertips tickle the revealed flesh, making electric shocks flow around my body. Goose bumps pop on my skin and I bet he noticed. I flush, giggling lightly. He lifts his fingers away, noticing my reaction.

I guess I'm still drunk.

Harry takes me to my bed room, which is right in front of his. I'm surprised how he is caring so much. 'Or maybe it's because you're an drunk douchebag.'

I open the door myself, moving away from his grip. He was surprised but let's go anyway. It's not that I expected him to hold me. I lazily walk towards my bed, almost stumbling on my feet. Before he could come forward I gained my balance. My head was throbbing making the room go in circles. The alcohol was still flowing in my system, but I tried to stay in my senses at least near Harry.

I drop myself on the bed, pulling the sweater which covered my body. I throw my sweater on the bed, Harry watching me intently on the door. I motion him to sit with me but he took it the other way around. He flashes a smile, turning around.

"Harry!" surprised with my own outburst, I stop him before he could exit. He turns on his heels, obviously surprised; I don't blame him.

"Stay!" I get up from my place, looking at him with pleaded. This is not me talking, It's the drunken bitch I swear. He gives me a questioning look at first, but soon his expression change into a smile.

"Er..you seem tired, you should.." Before he could say anything else, I grab his wrist dragging him out.

"Come on, it's a great weather." I slide the window, the cool wind hitting my face. Some one stop this drunken bitch, I swear she's going to do something I'll regret.

I motion him to sit on the double couch placed outside. I know he would be thinking something wrong, the look on his face says everything.

"Are you sure?" He hesitates looking down at me. I pout playfully, looking up at his tall frame.

"Yes, Harry." I spoke sternly. "Don't be scared, I won't bite you." Harry chuckles before dropping down on the couch. I flush at my own drunkenness, plopping on the space next to him. Crossing my legs, I face Harry who was looking up at the sky instead of me.

Even in the bright moonlight I could see his deep dimple. I have to stop staring at him.

"Tell me a joke." I slur out, sealing my lips. He turns towards me, his eyebrows rise as he smiles. He was surprised, or maybe he knew I would say something stupid because I'm a drunken bitch right now. I have to make him leave before I saw something regretful.

"Alright." Harry rubs his chin with his long index finger, pouting lightly. He looks so adorable. Oh no!

"Knock knock." Harry turns back to me, smiling.

"Whose there?"

"A cow..."

"A cow who?"

"A cow goes mooo."

I throw my head back in laughter, my laugh echoing the silent place. It's not funny but I have no idea why I'm laughing so hard. I clasp my stomach, gasping for air. My head aching as I look back to Harry, he was smiling wide looking at me intently. His eyes showed amusement even in this dim moon light. In simple words, he looked beautiful. I've never been this close to him; maybe that's why I'm so effected.

We looked deep into each other's eyes, like recognizing all the emotions hidden inside. It was like a perfect moment one can picture, you know staring into beautiful guys eyes, under the moonlight....

Harry leans a little forward, decreasing the distance between us. I could hear my heart beat going faster, my palms getting moist. What is he doing?

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