I'm baaaccckkkkk! No more summer school, yaaaayyyy! So now, I am going to try to update every other day so I have one full day for writing and the other day will be for editing and updating.
And I have decided that the ship name for Joelle and Harry is Hoelle!
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CHAPTER TEN
A course of mumbles and groans wake me up from my sleep. I open my eyes and blink a few times to clear the blurriness in my vision. As I do so, Harry's face gets clearer and clearer with each blink. When it is finally clear, I see and feel that Harry's arm is on my waist while mine is resting on his chest. Harry's eyes open up after a few seconds and when we both realize what is happening we sit up and put our hands to our sides. Our cheeks are burning a bright pink colour.
"Good morning." I say with my croaky voice. I bend my head down with embarrassment and look up to look at Harry.
His hair is wild, going in all directions and covering his face. He is squinting a bit from just waking up and his lips are still plump as ever. He looks a bit pale but I guess that is from it being winter and it is cold. Nevertheless, Harry looks beautiful as always. And waking up with him by my side makes me heart flutter uncontrollably.
"Morning, Joelle." His voice is huskier and raspier which makes my stomach do even more back flips. I love the way is comes out so quiet that a few letters are soundless.
We stay seated in our spots while looking at each other. A shy smiling is plastered on his face and his cheeks are still pink coloured. I reach up and push some of his hair that is covering his face.
"Thanks." He smiles at me.
"No problem." I say.
He continues looking at me and I bet I look hideous. I bet there are dribble stains on the sides of my mouth and I bet my hair is a tangled mess. I look down, not wanting him to see me in this state and start to use my hands to wipe my face.
"What are you doing?" He asks clueless. When I feel like my face is cleaner, I start to fix my hair. "It's just me, I bet I look even more of a mess. Plus you always look beautiful no matter what." I stop what I am doing and put my hand down to my side. I look at Harry and see he is slightly blushing but doesn't regret what he is saying. I feel my cheeks burning up.
"Thank you." My heart is pumping so fast that I feel it is going to explode in any second.
I feel like kissing him, right here, right now. With him calling me beautiful, my love for him just greatens and I just want to kiss him. No, not want - need. I need to kiss him.
My heart is pumping faster as we look at each other. I have never kissed any boy in my life. Never ever. I don't know what to do or how to do it, but I just go for it.
I put my hands on Harry cheeks. His eyes widen a bit at my touch but I ignore it and slowly start to lean in. I stare at his pink lips while I lean in and then Harry's face. His eyes are still wide, so stroke my thumb on his cheek near the corner of his mouth. He seems to have relaxed at my touch because he closes his eyes and puts his hands around my torso. I close my eyes and then I feel the contact of our lips touching.
Right then I feel like I was about to faint or collapse because of how hard my heart was pumping, but I seemed to have pulled through it because I still feel his warm lips on mine. The feeling is indescribable. It is beyond compared to what I have always dreamt of. Our lips are touching so delicately and so softly that it feels like it isn't happening. But I feel the warmth of his lips and his hands and his chest on mine that I know it is actually happening.
I just feel so relaxed and safe in his arms and I know that this moment has got to be the best moment I have ever had. This moment is perfect and I am so happy to be having it with the most perfect boy ever.
A few seconds later, we pull away. We are breathing heavily like we just ran a marathon. My heart is pumping so loud as I look at Harry. I enjoyed that kiss so much but I am scared that Harry didn't. I am afraid that I might have scared him away.
"Was that okay?" I eventually ask while scratching the back of my head. His eyes are still wide but he nods his head. I sigh in relief and smile.
"More than okay." He relaxes and smiles.
"Good." I breathe out.
I scoot closer to Harry and rest my head on his chest. Harry runs his hand through my hair, combing it out. I look up at Harry, still not believing that this is happening, and see him already looking down at me.
"I know that we have just known each other for a few weeks," I start off. "And I know this may seem like I don't know what I am talking about, but I do. I love you Harry. Like a lot." I tell him. I feel his heart rate quicken at my words and I hear his breathing quicken.
"Really?" He asks as if he cannot believe it.
"Yeah." I nod. "I love the way your hair covers your eyes sometimes, I love the way your dimple pops out whenever you smile, I love the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh, I love the feeling when you are holding me tight, I love how you are so shy, I love everything about you. Every single detail about you from flaws to beauty. Just everything, Harry." I spill my heart out. There is so much more I want to say to him about why I love him but I stop halfway since I am starting to get nervous.
I can't believe I just admitted that to him.
I look at Harry again and see adoration in his eyes which relieves me. I thought that would definitely scare him.
"Actually?" He questions again.
"Yeah." I chuckle. I rest my head back on his chest. It is okay if he doesn't reply back, I just feel satisfied that he knows how I feel towards him and that he is okay with it. Harry continues running his hair through my hair while I hug him close to me.
"You know," Harry speaks up. "I have always wondered about love. About the definition of love and how you know when you are in love. I wondered about how someone could say they love someone because I don't believe in love." My heart drops. Harry looks down at me for a few seconds, thinking. "But now I believe in it because I realized I love you, Joelle." And my heart just came alive again.
I huge smile makes its way onto my face. Harry smiles too and leans down to kiss my forehead. I can't believe this. It just seems so unreal. I can't believe Harry actually loves me back. We stay in each others arms longer, absorbing everything that just happened the past minutes. My heart cannot stop fluttering.
I think back to what Harry told me and I start thinking why he didn't believe in it before. The thought bugs me and so I ask Harry. "Why didn't you believe in love?" I look up at him. He sighs.
"My dad and mum loved each other. They were so in love. You could see it from how they look at each other, talk to each other, treat each other. But after that, it started crumbling down. There were arguments, fights, shouting. I was seven when this happened. I didn't understand why they were fighting if they loved each other. Then one day after the screaming, I went out from my room and went to my mum. I saw her crying on the floor. She said daddy left her. I hated my dad after that for hurting my mum, for leaving her. That day, I also didn't believe in love." I hug Harry tighter after hearing his story.
"I'm so sorry." I whisper. He looks down at me and gives me a small smile. He leans down and presses a long kiss to my lips.
"That will never happen to us." He whispers confidently. I nod knowing Harry won't ever do that to me.
"Thank you for last night, It was absolutely perfect." I kiss his cheek.
"It was. And you are most welcome." He smiles at me. I see in his eyes he wants to say something else.
"What is it?" I ask. He looks down at me and blushes.
"Can I call you Joey?" He asks. I smile widely.
"Of course. I would love that." I honestly say.
"Okay...Joey." I laugh at his cuteness.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask while laying down and stretching.
"Anything with you." He says with a cute little smirk. I love how his confidence is increasing.
"That would be wonderful." I agree with him. He lays down besides me and carefully puts a hand on my stomach that is showing.
"I love you." He says.
"And I love you." I grab his hand and sit up. "We need to change, Harry." I laugh at him pouting at me. "Meet me at my house in 30." We stand up and I crush him into a hug. When we pull away, I kiss his cheek.
"Okay." He smiles at me.
I put on my jacket and shoes before running to my house. The quicker I get ready, the quicker I see Harry. When I enter my house, I see Anne and my mum sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
"Good morning, Joey." My mum says. I take off my shoes and jacket and walk towards them.
"Good morning, mum. Hi, Anne. Good morning." I smile at Harry's mum.
"Good morning, Joelle. How was last night?" She asks. I blush.
"It was wonderful." I smile. I look at my mum and see her smiling at me like she knows something happened. "I'm going to change now." I excuse myself with a smile. I run up the stairs and hear them giggling.
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I was thinking that it might have been a bit fast for their relationship but I disagreed and thought it was suiting.
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~ May <3