"Are we almost there?" Harry whined for the billionth time.
"Shut up, it's like ten minutes away," I laughed after he dramatically sighed.
"Babe, carry me," he started walking slower, if that was possible. Wait, he called me 'babe'. My stomach whirled around again. Shit.
"I'm not your babe," I scoffed and crossed my arms.
"Yeah, you are," he replied. He quickened his pace to catch up to me. I was in between walking and jogging, I couldn't look at his face; I would have gotten sucked right into his endless emerald eyes. One look and I thought I would've been hypnotized.
"No, I'm not, Harry," I couldn't compete with him. He was one of those people who couldn't lose a fight. I closed my eyes for a second to calm down; I could've killed him for pissing me off. When I opened my eyes after a few seconds, the little fucker was right in front of me, three centimeters away from my face.
"Just because you said that, you have to carry me," he playfully smirked. His breath whooshed onto my face.
'You want him, Sapphire.' 'No you don't.' 'Yes. You do.' My inner thoughts battled.
"Fine," I licked my lips and hurled his body over my shoulders. He made an OOMF sound. "You forgot I was trained, didn't you?"
"Um yeah," he chuckled. "You could put me down."
"You weigh less than most of my targets."
"Oh," he hopped off of me. This is totally unnecessary to mention, but he sort of had a boner. I softly chuckled and noticed the sun was almost completely gone.
"Hurry up," I was jogging again as we were going at the same pace.
"I miss the boys," he sighed.
"Maybe you'll see them soon," I tried to reassure him.
"I feel like we're in a movie. We're the only two people left in the world," he shook his head.
"Never thought of it like that," I laughed.
"I would be okay with being left alone on the planet with you," he spoke softer.
"I would be okay with that-" I started to say.
"Because you remind me of a ninja!" Harry finished his statement and made karate motions with his hands.
Oh. That was awkward. I noticed a familiar wooden shack ahead.
"We're here," I muttered. Harry sprinted to the hovel. I casually trailed behind. I felt so stupid. If that was what love felt like, I didn't like it.
"Are we safe? Can I call someone? Where are we?" Harry inspected everything.
"We should be safe, I hope. Also, there's a landline jack in the corner. We're in the outskirts of London," I plugged my earbuds into my iPod and clicked my playlist. "We also have wifi."
"Look me up on Google," he winked. "Shirtless pictures, maybe?" he posed with his muscles flexed.
"You're such a flirt," I rolled my eyes. Meanwhile, I was already looking up 'Harry Styles' in the search bar. Millions of fan websites, tumblrs, twitter accounts, and images appeared. I clicked on his twitter. A tweet from less than a day before caught my eye.
"We are all praying that Harry is still out there. Harry, we love you. -The boys"
I presumed that 'the boys' were in his band. They thought he was dead... I gasped.
"What? Did you look up my nudes and imagine something?" Harry flirted, again.
"Yeah, I'm impressed," I said sarcastically. "No you dumbass! What the fuck are you on!?" I got up and whacked him.
"First of all... Ow! And second of all, I was joking," he rubbed his arm where I hit him.
"You're um mates tweeted from your account," I told him.
"What did they sa-? You know what, I'm just going to call them," he started walking towards the phone. I blocked his path.
"Aye, maybe I should call them and say I have a tip," I offered.
"Alright. I just want to hear their voices," he swallowed as he dialed a number and put the call on speaker. He handed me the phone. I took a deep breath as I heard the ringing stop.
"Hello?" I asked as I noticed silence on the other end.
"Um who is this?" some boy around my age asked.
"Sa- it doesn't matter. I'm just here to inform you about your mate, Harry."
"Wait! Guys someone is on the line about Harry!" The boy echoed to whoever he was with. I looked to Harry who mouthed, 'That's Louis.'
"Okay, Louis?" I asked.
"Yes, Louis Tomlinson," he introduced. "Are you a fan? Because we've already been bombarded with hormonal girls calling with a 'tip'. Please tell us you got something good."
"Trust me, I've got something good," I promised. "He's alive." Immediately, I couldn't understand what sounded like several guys were saying. "Perhaps you'd like to know who I am, right?"
"Yes!" multiple voices called out.
"Sapphire. Sapphire Pennington," I gulped. "I'm good. I'm not a threat, anymore." Harry rubbed my back in slow circles. He really wanted to talk to his friends.
"Anymore?" I think Louis questioned.
"I changed. Please, for now, don't tell anyone else you know he's okay. I have a plan," I tried to explain. "I have to go now." I hung up, leaving them with unanswered questions. I don't think Harry knew that this plan would have me in jail, and him free again.
"What do we do now?" Harry rubbed a few tears away that had escaped from his eyes.
"I just want to breathe fresh air," I was holding back tears.
'What is jail like? Am I going to be there forever? Should I just end it all by killing myself?' I interrogated myself while laying back on an old, dilapidated, lumpy sofa. I officially started to cry. Harry was already sleeping on a small bed.
"Harry," I mumbled. No answer. "Harry, I love you." No answer. He was asleep. "I really fucking love you so much, it hurts." After about twenty minutes of silence, Harry turned over.
"I love you too babe," he murmured.
"What?" I sat up in a millisecond.
"You're... Different," he replied again. Oh, he heard me confess my love. "I like different."
"Oh." I heard him toss and turn.
"Come cuddle with me, I can't sleep without blankets," he moaned. Holy shit, he moaned.
"I can't see, there are no lights on," I tried to walk over to him.
"I'm right here," I felt his hands on my hips as they guided me onto sitting on the bed. "Your hands are like ice," Harry kissed my hands as hot breath hit my neck. Tingling occurred in my stomach. I'd never been that close to anyone before and I barely knew him.
"Cold hands, warm heart," I repeated what my real mother told me when I was oh-so-little.
"I believe that." Harry warmed me up just by breathing. He grabbed my hands and guided them over his body. I felt a different feeling in my body. I turned around and faced him. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, he knew he had control over me. My breathing grew heavy and I ached for more.
"Ki- kiss me," I begged him. Harry beamed as he leaned in and gently placed his lips onto mine. He continued giving me warm and soft kisses on my neck and lips. When his lips touched a part of my jawline a sensation was filled all over. Before I knew it, a moan came out. I kissed back, hungry for more, he had me right where he wanted me. He bit my lower lip, which caused me to easily allow his tongue in. I probably hurt his mouth, I didn't know if I was too aggressive. My first kiss was in bed, mine as well call me a slut. This whole 'kiss' seemed to last a lot longer than I expected. Not knowing what to do next, I left a trail of kisses on his neck, face, stomach, abs, and chest. I thought my moans were load until I heard his. His hands slid up and down my sides and we continued to kiss even when we sat up. Now, I was on his lap. Maybe I was a teenage hormonal girl. Basically, we both were panting.
"We. Can't. Go. Any. Further." Harry breathed in between kisses.
"Why?" I complained while kissing his neck. This whole time he had a boner.
"No protection," he informed me. Harry honestly seemed more aggravated than I did about having to stop. I rubbed his body.
"Then, lets just have fun," I placed his hands on my stomach, which moved to my breasts. He rubbed in slow circles as I was biting my lip not to make any noises. I had to bite down so hard my lip was bleeding.
"You're amaz- amazing," he was slowly trying to calm down. I laid down next to him.
"You're not so bad yourself," I smirked.
"Oh, Sapphire?" Harry looked at me with his dazzling eyes.
"Yeah?" I was pacing my breaths.
"I really do love you," he used the gentlest voice I ever heard him speak with. I grinned.
"Good." I pecked his lips.
"Goodnight," he yawned, causing me to also yawn.
"Sleep tight," I rhymed along.
"I will," he smiled as his eyes closed.
'You're not going along with the plan, are you?' I reprimanded myself.
That's what I got for helping a boy who was suppose to be dead.
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