After Imogen and I were finished speaking, I rushed up as quickly as I could to see my girl. I couldn't stand to know that I was the reason she was crying. This was just all to much for her to handle. I wish that I could dry her tears away. I hope she would be understanding however. I had never planned on being in a relationship at all. Not until I was over my mother's death.
That alone was too much, I couldn't even begin to process any of it. It was all to much and too confusing. Things did not add up at all. I also was trying to understand Gina more. I wanted to know every little detail about her. I wanted to know every little scar on her flawless body.
I wanted to know how many hairs were a top that beautiful raven hair. I wanted to know every scrap and bruise she ever had. I wanted Gina to know that I am here her no matter how scary something might seem. I wanted her to know that she meant the world to me. I wanted her to know that she was the light at the end of my dark tunnel.
She was the only thing right now that was keeping me from not going insane. She was the one that was helping me. I loved that girl so damn much. She had me wrapped around her finger. I was all hers and nothing in this world could make me turn away from her. I had never felt that way about a girl, ever. Not in my 20 years of living.
I wanted to wake up to see those beautiful Chesnut eyes. I wanted to see that beautiful smile light up her face. I wanted her for my eternity.
I had to tell her about why I was here. Why I only had 7 weeks left to be in Oregon. I could only pray that she would understand. As I opened her bedroom door, she was perched on her bed, curled in a ball. She didn't look like a 20 year old. She looked like a little girl who had lost her favorite dog. I wanted to wipe away those worry lines indented in her head. I wanted to kiss away her frown.
I walked towards her bed and knelt down in front of her. I took her hand in one of my own and kissed each one of her knuckles.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I would only be here for a few months." I say, looking at her in her brown eyes.
She rubbed her thumb against my hand and looked at me. She sniffled and shrugged her shoulders.
"It's not that you have only a few weeks left, Harry. It's that it came down on me at the wrong time. My brother, Sienna, and then I remember your leaving. It's just too much." She says.
"Scoot over. " I say and stand up, getting into her bed. As soon as I lay down she clings to me.
"Gina, I want you to know that even after my time here is done I will try to find a way back." I say to her.
She nods against my chest. "Harry, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." I say.
"Where is your mom? I remember you said you came here because of her."
I sigh. "It's not something I genuinely like to speak of." I say.
She nods. "I understand. "
"We can talk about anything Gina. I will tell you, but you also need to open up to me. You cannot be closed off." I say to her.
"It's hard too, Harry. " She says.
"Why?" I ask her and kiss her worry lines.
"I'm afraid after I tell you certain things that you will run. I've held things in for so long. I don't trust people easily." She says.
"You can tell me anything. You can trust me, I will not be leaving you. I'm afraid I'm too invested to leave you." I say.
She giggles and my heart pumped faster.
"My mum is dead." I say to her.
She gasps and sits up. She straddles my waist and lays her head against my chest. Her arms wrap around me tightly.
"I'm so sorry."
"She died before I was born. Well as I was born."
"During child birth?" She whispers.
"She was murdered." I say.
"Oh Harry." She says and sobs against my chest.
I wrap my arms around the one of my life and rub her back. I didn't expect her to react this way.
"It's okay. " I say.
"No it isn't! I will find this horrible person and beat them down! I will beat them so hard!" She says. Her fist pounding against my chest.
I laugh because she is just the most adorable thing on the planet. I pull her down against my chest and kiss her.
My lips mold to hers. This kiss is different than anything I had ever felt. It had more meaning.
-Gina's POV- (bc I can't write certain things in a boys POV)
Something changed in him. Harry was so much more gentle. Every kiss, every touch, had more. Felt more alive. Our lips moved together and it felt so euphoric.
His hands held my hips in place firmly against his own hips. I could feel his member beginning to stir. I breathed heavily into his mouth. Causing him to gently nip at my bottom lip. I grabbed his hands and put them near his head, threading our fingers together. I started to roll my hips in a circular motion, causing friction in the most heavenly places.
He pulled away from our kiss and began to kiss along my jaw, and to the spot just below my ear. I let out a small moan from the back of my throat. Harrys hands released from my grasp and began to travel down my spine. From the feel of his feather light touches, to his bulge touching my most sweet spot, I was sure to combust.
Harry found my ass and then began to squeeze. He flipped us over and pinned my with his hips to the bed. His his ground to mine, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my skull. I wrap my legs around Harry's waist and hook my ankles together. His fingers find the skin just above my private. He gently rubs the skin and trails his fingers to my breasts. He looks at me and then smirks.
He unhook my ankles from his waist and he gets up, leaving the room. I stay on the bed, panting, wondering what the fuck just happened.
"I hate you!" I scream.
Now I would have too fucking finish myself.
He popped his head into my room with the biggest cheeky smile. It was the smile I loved. Dimples and all.
"And I love you." He said.
Tears welled in my eyes and I shut them. How could this beautiful boy love me?
Ok. idk how long this is.. but hey I updated! sorry I havent.. I was on vacation and my laptop was malfunctioning. . so this is from my phone. Enjoy♡