A/N:
Hiii guys! I missed all of you so soo much during my camping trip at Caritas. (It's a camp around Northern California.) I'm so happy that this fanfic is still #3 in fan fiction by the way! That. Was. Amazing.
So yes, this is an update, but PLEASE read my camp experience because there are some important things that definitely happened. Some stuff being sad, some being a bit emotional.. I don't know, but it was all just a huge train of emotions.
The most important thing though.. I guess would be, that I met a great guy there. He is just.. Asdfjghkl. Ever since the first day I got there, I talked to a ton of people from different schools, and I got a few friends out of them. But anyway, the guy I met.. His name was Jordan! He's a swaggie kind of guy, if you think of Justin Bieber, but better.. He wears glasses and he's so so so cool. As the days passed though, I started to really like him.. As in, smile whenever he did something funny, or just giggle if he said something. I don't know, but I was infatuated. I still never got myself to talk to him though, because I didn't want to get attached to him because it was literaly five days I'd get to see him.
But me being me, I got attached. When Thursday came, I was thinking.. Oh no, what the hell am I going to do, it's going to be one more day until I have to leave all these beautiful people!
I met a few 5SOS fans and 1D fans and let's just say, I freaked out..
I freaked out even more when this girl I talked to knew that I was BritishBums on wattpad! I was all fangirling as well because she was literally like 'Oh my god! You are amazing, I love your stories!' and I was just in awe.
But anyways, back on track with Jordan. He's white-ish latino :D
We'd hug a few times here and there because the whole camp would have a group hug, but whenever he'd hug me, my heart would just feel fuzzy and my mind would just race and.. Ugh.
When we hugged that Thursday night, our faces were terribly close. I couldn't help but just admire his beautiful features and such. I just smiled at him as we hugged, but I just literally wanted to kiss him at that moment. But of course I didn't because I was still trying to deny that I actually had feelings for him.
But when I went to sleep that night, I realized.. Why was I stopping what i was feeling? I had to live in the moment, as the camp leaders said. And so I did. I just let myself fall, easy.
Friday came.
It was the last day ever and I was starting to feel the sad feelings of leaving all these friends I made, especially the crushes that I had. Jordan being the one to stand out the most, though. There was just something about him.
So before Friday though, I think it was a Wednesday when we were in our randomly made eating groups, a guy that was cabin mates with him literally told me that there was someone in his cabin that liked me. Two guys in his cabin liked me, which was a huge surprise.. Because both of them were really cute once I found out who they were.
I was soo surprised because I didn't even know I'd be liked by any guy at all. I'm an awkward little person.
But something I literally did not expect was Jordan himself liking me.
I was like, pfft dream on Mia!
But when I asked the guy who was in his cabin, Jordan was one of the guys in the cabin.. Tehehe.
Okay, but I still doubted it was him who liked me though.
And back to Friday.
The guy in my eating group figured out who liked me, and it was..
Jordan.
I was sooo freaked out and happy at the same time. I was like WHAT, HOW, WHEN, WHERE?!
And they were just laughing at my reaction.
Jordan was sat about two tables away from my eating group, and I was smiling and blushing like crazy..
But then I started to think.. This was my last day here. The last day I'd ever get to see him.
I was sad and happy at the same time that both of us liked each other.
After lunch, we all walked out to where the buses were, and we'd be leaving in like half an hour.
At that moment, I was like.. Oh my god, we liked each other and we're leaving. I was so devastated.
On the line to the bus, the opposite school formed a tunnel for me and my friends to go through and hug everyone before we got onto the bus and were off.
Okay, so I started to cry.. Really hard. Not only because I met so many new people and new friends, but also because I was leaving when me and Jordan actually just admitted we liked each other.
Time went by so fast for me.. I wished it could've happened earlier.
So during the tunnel, I was crying while hugging everyone, saying my goodbyes.
This camp seriously just made a big impact on me. Everything it did, made me grow closer to people in ways I never thought I would.
And of course, at the end of the line.. Was Jordan himself.
I tried to smile, but he knew exactly why I was crying.
And in that moment, I hugged him tightly, crying.
I told him I'd never forget him, and I thanked him. He said the same, and kissed me on the cheek.
I was smiling like crazy, now, but I still had tears in my eyes.
The last thing I said was bye, and got into the bus.
After that, I wouldn't even show my face to anyone at all. I ran into the bus and sobbed so fucking much.
This was the first real moment i ever had with a guy.. And all it does, is go away again.
I just wished it'd be a longer time. But it was cut short.
I stuck my head out the window, waving one last goodbye to him as our hands brushed.
I screamed bye one more time before the bus that roared to life, started to leave. I looked at him one last time before I was officially out.
I cried, almost the whole bus ride. Just thinking about it made me feel so broken..
But you know what, I'll never forget him.
I wish all of you could get to meet him and maybe feel the way I feel.
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So if you read that.. Thank you so much. I appreciate all of you so much.
And that was my summer love.. In five days.
But besides my heartbreak and sadness of leaving, here is the next chapter.
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- BritishBums xox
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- Blue -
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We both came out of the bathroom, Harry shirtless and in some sweats, me in a tank top and some shorts. I was drying my damp hair naturally, not even reacting to Harry's slight nudity.
Hannah gasped, eyes wide as her fork dropped to the ground.
"Wh--"
"Yeah he doesn't have a shirt on." I confirmed for her nonchalantly, sitting down at the kitchen and observing the food Hannah had left on the table.
Harry cleared his throat, hesitantly sitting next to me.
I sent him a glare. "Are you sure you want to sit there?"
"Err.. Yeh."
I snickered at how hesitant he sounded.
"You should skip class today." Harry nods, carelessly grabbing a piece of bacon and biting out of it.
"Uhh this isn't high school, dumb ass. This is this thing called reality." I snapped, Hannah shushing me, protecting her idol. Ugh.
"Blue, dont be so sassy. It's fine! One day won't kill you. We have pretty much a majority of the same classes. I can give you the assignments that need to be done at the end of the day." She shrugged.
"What, you'd do that for me?" I rose an eyebrow.
"Of course! You're my buddy." She smiled, her fingers reaching for a piece of bacon as well.
"How's about we play around with people today, huh Blue?"
"And so you're saying.." My voice trailed, me motioning for him to carry on.
"Pranks." He smirked.
"Are you crazy." I repeat this line for the zillionth time.
"No, I just live life to the fullest.''
"That's stupid."
"Shut up, come on. Don't you want to be bad for a day?"
"Um I think you're already in trouble so you should stick with just listening to management." I chuckled, playing with my fork.
"Listening is for losers."
"Oh so now you're calling me a fucking loser?" I hissed, tilting my head at him as if saying, 'Test me motherfucker.'
"Woah, I'm just saying! Chill, Blue."
"No, I will not chill Harry. I hate you. You act like a fucking 5 year old."
He smirked. "I'm the five year old? I'm not the one who has her head up her ass.''
I gasped, arising from my seat. I was about to go for hitting him again, but Hannah screamed, which made both of us stop.
"Hannah, would you cut the shit out with defending h--"
"I am not defending him! I'm telling the both of you, to stop acting like five year olds in this situation right now. You want to pull this off? Be a bit more mature." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"I am trying." I spoke through gritted teeth, I felt that I'd break a tooth if I put more pressure.
"I'm trying to have fun." Harry shrugged.
One more time.. I'm ripping his head off.
"Okay. Skip the day today, Blue. Go be partners in crime with Harry." Hannah confirms, no more words being spoken after that.
I silently ate out of my breakfast, just staring at the ceiling.
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- Harry -
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"So the rules of fake dating.'' Harry says as we walk side by side, easily blending with the other people walking down the streets.
"Always, have your hand in mine." He whispers into my ear, his fingertips brushing the back of my hand before they intertwined.
I look around, observing. "Is anyone on the watch right now?"
"Yeah, look at the rooftops." He replies, as our hands aimlessly swung back and forth.
Looking up, there they were, four people that were taking snapshots.
Quickly looking away, I plastered my fake smile on my face as we walked, pretending to giggle at things, even though he really wasn't saying anything.
"Well don't over do it.."
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes.
"Okay. Um, so what are we going to do." I shrugged.
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It took Harry awhile to get to answer my question, before he smirked.
"I got it. Just go along with it, okay?" He nods, looking at the tons of people just buzzing around on the streets.
I didn't even get to reply before Harry slipped the ring off his middle finger and played with it in his fingers.
He then takes my hand and stops in a halt as he gets on one knee, holding the ring out to me.
"Blue," His voice sounded sincere, as people gasped loudly, whispers of joy spreading as they nosily watched this 'proposal' happening.
What the hell is he doing?!
Oh wait.. I needed to go along.
What.
I pretended to look surprised after awhile, holding a hand to my mouth.
"Will you marry me?" Amusement was in his eyes as he spoke.
People were actually falling for this..
I couldn't help but giggle inside.
"I-I can't." I say sadly, pretending to run away.
Shocked faces were given, Harry pretending to look really dissappointed as people came up to comfort him.
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I was laughing like crazy as soon as we continued to do that crazy prank, and people fall for it.
"Okay, let's keep this going." He tells me.
I look at him in confusion, scared of what'll come next. What if we go to prison?!
What if something bad happens?
Harry starts to make out with me furiously, backing up as soon as we're literally making out on a person just sitting down at the coffee shop.
The lady gasped, cussing as she hit us with her purse before storming away.
I was about to pull away from him, but Harry kept us together, his arms tight around my waist as his lips hungrily met mine.
His teeth lightly bit at my lower lip teasingly, my fingers entangling into his hair.
Laughing through the kiss, we started to do this to more people, just making them uncomfortable.
But then..
As we backed up to another person, this apparently was a huge bulky tough guy, and while me and Harry were making out, he shoved Harry roughly and punched him in the jaw.
I gasped, but couldn't help but laugh at how Harry fell to the ground, groaning.
"What the hell," I couldn't stop laughing, my sides started to hurt.
I fell to the ground with him, in the middle of the street.
"Oh my god." I breathed out, my smile slowly fading at the realization of something.
"You've never had this much fun, hve you?" He read me easily, his eyes meeting mine as we turned to each other.
"No.." I muttered, lightly shaking my head.
Me being me, I've never really stepped out of my comfort zone and did something completely crazy.
And Harry being the carefree guy that he is, he'd never even hesitate to do something like this.
"Wasnt that fucking fun?'' He breathed out, smirking at me.
"Ugh.. Yes." I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.
"Exactly. But it isn't over just yet, Anderson."
And as soon as he said that, we both heard a scene happening above us, as we looked in that direction.
The same old aged lady that we previously had a make out sesh on was now pointing us out to a security guard.
"Shit." I whispered as we both sat up.
The security started to make his way towards us before Harry started laughing.
"Run." He tells me, as my eyes widened.
My heart raced, nervous of what'll happen.
We both sprinted quickly, dodging through people and Harry laughing like a madman.
He lightly tugged me into a hidden, dark alley as we both panted.
We leaned on the brick walls, adjacent from each other as he started cackling even louder.
"Harry fucking Styles!" I tried to sound serious, but..
I bubbled out a laugh. "This.. This isn't.." I was out of words, because I was so distracted with his laughing.
I started to laugh along pretty soon, clapping my hands.
"Oh wow." I whispered, tiredly leaning my head on his chest.
I could feel his chest rise up and fall down, both of us watching the security cluelesly run past us, not knowing where we were.
"Come on, let's go." He tells me, his hand on the small of my back.
"Where?" I whined, as he dragged me back out.
We both turned a corner, him holding his arm out for me to cling onto.
I do that, my pace quickening.
"Where are we going?" I chuckled.
"Live in the moment." He tells me.
I huffed. ''Living in the moment won't do anything. Just keep you out of reality."
"Well sometimes, you might need that." He tells me.
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We were now walking on the sidelines of Malibu beach, a serene place for me.
"So what are we doing here?"
"Being a couple." Harry responded as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
Before I could answer, he dragged me towards a photobooth, my eyes widening.
"Really?" I rose an eyebrow.
"Yeah." He said cooly, smirking as he pulled me towards me.
"Okay, let's see shall we." I mumbled as he sat down, sitting me in his lap.
Harry inserted a few coins in, me chuckling.
"This isn't us." I muttered, looking him in the eye as I hear the camera snap.
We both ignored it.
"I don't care."
"You don't care about anything. You don't even give a shit about me." I say, almost disgusted.
His fingers brushed my cheek, the camera snapping again.
"Who said I didn't care about you. You had sex with me. We've known each other ever since the 9th grade.."
"I don't trust you." I whispered, his lips brushing mine.
My eyes fluttered closed, as I felt his hand reach under my top and touch me.
I breathed in, our lips meeting in a heavy kiss.
As we made out, I slightly lifted his shirt up, not breaking the kiss as the camera snaps again.
The last picture, we both look at the camera and do crazy faces and the photobooth session is over.
We didn't even get to pose at all.
"Let's see." Harry mumbled, both of us walking out and taking the two pieces of card, looking at them.
Blushing, I held a hand to my mouth. "Oh my god." I whispered.
"Wow, you look so into kissing me." He joked, me shoving him.
''Hey, this is my favorite tattoo of yours." I pointed in the picture.
"Things I Can't." He whispered, smiling weakly.
"Yep. What's it supposed to mean?" I asked curiously, nudging shoulders with him.
"Easy, um.. Things I can't. There's a ton of things I can't do. As in, I don't have the ability to do it at all. I can't fall in love. I can't care about anything." He shrugs, nervously jamming his hands into his pockets.
There was a silence, as I gulped "Oh..Well let me see the pictures."
Tearing the picture strips I take one and put it in my pocket.
"You're keeping it?" He asks me disbelievingly.
"Bookmark." I pointed, smiling.
"Good thinking." He agreed, taking his half and putting it in his pocket as well.
"Let's go to the beach, beach let's go get away," I sang some Nicki Minaj, pointing at the beach and doing a little dance.
"You are a little shit." He chuckled, tugging me towards him and draping an arm over my shoulder.
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Kicking the sand at my feet, I smiled as the breeze blew my hair back.
"Want to go for a swim?" He asks me.
We both knew people were watching. Paps being the main priority here.
I nodded. "Sure."
Teasingly, I slipped off my top, only in my bikini and my denim shorts.
I bit my lip, looking at him intimidatingly.
He came over to me, whispering something in my ear. "You're good at this."
"I am made for this." I whisper back, his face in my neck as I run my hand over his hair.
"Let's put on the best show ever." He smirked, me slipping his shirt off for him.
Harry carries me bridal style, but then easily slinged me over his shoulder as I gasped.
"Harry!" I hissed, my hands slapping at his back.
"Don't drown me!" I scream at him, completely freaking out.
"Oh! Oh woah!" He faked on dropping me as I screamed, hitting him in the chest.
"Fuck!" I yelled, a little girl looking at me shockingly as Harry silenced.
"Hi there!" Harry coo'd, looking at me dissapprovingly.
I'm stupid. Why do I have to curse at the wrong time?
"Hi." She squeaked, before running away.
"See, now she's scared." Harry motioned.
"Ugh, sorry." I face palmed, sheepishly looking at him.
"I'm kidding." He smirked, making his way towards me slowly.
As he did, I splashed him with water, as he cussed, falling back into the water.
I laughed, cheering that I succeeded.
"Yes!" I put my arms up in the air in victory.
But before I could cheer one more time, I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and pull me into the water with him.
I screamed before we were both under water.
Paddling my feet, our eyes met.
"Fuck you,'' He mouthed, with this teasing look on his face.
I shook my head, moving the hair out of my face. Flipping him off with my grateful and useful middle finger, he smirked.
He moves closer to me, his lips planting on mine.
My tongue parts his lips, roaming inside his mouth.
We were both in the kiss, before we couldn't really hold our breaths any longer.
Rising up, I sucked in a deep breath.
''Nice one." I point at finger, shaking it as he chuckled.
"Smile one more time for me." He tells me, his hand touching my breast, the other on my ass.
"Keep it PG, Styles." I cocked my head to the side, paparazzi at shore, hidden behind rocks and taking pictures, just doing what they're doing.
"PG-13's fine." He breathed out, our bodies pressed against each other's.
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