Questioning Deadlines

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour,” Harry told me as he dropped me off at my house. “Pack, tell your parents a story, and then walk three houses down where I’ll be waiting.”

I nodded, a smile on my face. I kissed Harry’s cheek as I got out of his car and walked up my long driveway. I watched as he drove away, towards his house to get his things.

I couldn’t believe I had agreed to go away with him. I was losing my mind. I walked in my house to find my mother, father, and associates of theirs sitting in the living room.

“Ah, Scarlet. You’re home.” My mother said, standing up.

“I was with Sierra.” I lied, giving a smile to everyone in the room. “Charity work.”

My mother beamed at me proudly. It was a rare smile. It was nonexistent when there was no one else around.

“Are you staying in for the night?” My father asked as he poured himself another glass of whiskey, and filled the cups of his partners.

“I was actually going to stay at Sierra’s house for a few days.” I replied. My parents nodded, but my mother raised in eyebrow to which I added, “She had a break up. And so I thought I could be there for her.”

“Well, Sierra is like family. I suppose you should go.” My father said, smiling at me. I nodded appreciatively.

Their acceptance of Sierra was basically the only thing that kept me and my parents sane with eachother. They approved of her because she was rich, from the North Side, and had a good reputation.

She was everything Harry wasn’t.

As I walked up the long staircase to my room, I grabbed my cellphone and called Sierra.

“You and him made up.” She said as she answered. I laughed quietly.

“How did you know?” I asked. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.

“Because you’re so into him, you can’t say no.” She laughed. I shook my head at the thought.

“Si, we’re going away. He’s taking me away for a few days.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know,” I gushed. “My parents think I’m at yours by the way.”

“Okay,” Sierra agreed. “Scar…”

“What?”

“Are you going to lose your virginity to him on this trip?”

I froze in my room. I had been in the middle of packing, my bag opened up with clothes being thrown in.

“I think so.” I said slowly. “I want to.”

“Wow.” Sierra replied. “I’m really happy for you, Scar. I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.”

“I love him.”

“He’s in love with you.”

“I hope.” I said truthfully. “He was really excited for this trip.”

“I’m sure he was.” Sierra snorted. I rolled my eyes.

“It’s not because he assumed we were having sex.” I said dryly. “I did live at his house before, if you remember.”

“I remember quite well, actually.” Sierra laughed. I huffed.

“You’re being a bitch and I need to pack. So goodbye.” I said. Sierra laughed at my words.

“Bye my little rebel. Don’t forget to use protection when you-“

I hung up before I could even hear the last few words of her sentence. As I finished packing, I grabbed my few necessities and shoved it all into a bag.

Would Harry and I have sex?

I was inexperienced. I had done nothing like that before. All the experience I had, had come from Harry basically. And Harry was beyond experienced. You could tell by the way his hands moved, even by the way he kissed.

I glanced at the clock and saw Harry would most likely be back in five minutes. I ran down my long staircase and into the large living room.

“Well, I’ll be back in a few days.” I said, smiling at the strangers and my parents who sat on the lavish, leather couches. My dad nodded, giving me a smile, while my mother eyed my outfit.

“Your belt clashes with your shoes.” She said quietly so that none of my father’s clients could hear.

I forced myself to keep a smile on my face and ignore her remarks. After all, I had almost a week in front of me where I wouldn’t have to hear any of her judgements on me.

“Bye mom and dad.” I said as I turned. They said a quick goodbye but there was no “I’ll miss you” or “I love you.”

Just a smooth, professional “Goodbye.”

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“Harry,” I giggled as he finally took his lips away from mine. “If you continue to kiss me at every stoplight, we’ll never get there to the cabin.”

Harry smiled at me, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.

“I love you.” He hummed, looking over at me with emotion-filled eyes.

“I love you.” I repeated. He smirked, his cherry red lips turning up.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” He said under his breath. I sighed contentedly, hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, as I leaned my hand up against the window.

I watched the passing trees and beaches as Harry hummed to the low playing of music.

I wished I could just stop time. Right here and now, was perfect. The silence between us was comfortable as we continued on our drive.

“How far away is this place?” I asked.

Harry shrugged, his green eyes glancing over at me quickly.

“About another hour. It’s far enough that no one there will no us.” He smiled. I nodded. That was just what we needed. We wouldn’t have to worry about the judging glances or stares we received.

About twenty minutes later Harry stopped his quiet singing to the radio and looked at the dashboard.

“Ah, fuck.” He muttered in a low voice. “We need to get gas.”

“The sign back there says there’s a gas station a mile away from here.” I replied. Harry nodded as I pointed him directions to the nearest gas station. We found it easily and he pulled in.

“I’m going to go pay.” He said as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll try not to.” I replied coyly, making him smirk. He closed the door and I watched as he walked into the gas station, attracting all of the eyes of the passing cars. It was hard not to stare at Harry.

I heard a vibrating noise come from the cup holder in his car. I ignored it, but it seemed to keep buzzing over and over again. I sighed as I reached forward and found Harry’s phone, lying underneath a box of cigarettes.

I clicked the accept button so that the buzzing would stop. A text from Zayn immediately came up, without me even clicking on it.

“You have two weeks left”

Two weeks left? I wondered aloud. What did that mean? Two weeks until what?

I placed the phone back in the cup holder and watched as Harry walked back towards the car. He opened the door and got in, smiling at me.

“Zayn texted you.” I said pointing to his phone. “I accidently opened the text when I tried to get the phone to stop buzzing.”

“Oh, no big deal.” Harry laughed as he reached for his phone and unlocked it. I watched as he tapped on the screen and his eyes read the message.

It seemed as if the color drained out Harry’s face. He deleted the message and then started the car.

“Are you okay?” I asked, watching him. Harry nodded. Then he cleared his throat and looked at me, a tight smile coming onto his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. He was just talking about our project. It’s due in two weeks.” Harry replied. I nodded. That made sense.

A few minutes later, Harry’s hand let go of mine as he grabbed a cigarette and lit it.

One of his hands was on the steering wheel, the other holding the thin stick and bringing it to his blood red lips. His hair curled to the side in its usual style. He had on a white V-neck and dark jeans. His tattoos peeked out from underneath the thin t-shirt, making me want to trace the patterns with my fingers.

I eyed the cigarette in his hand and Harry glanced over at me and smirked.

“What?” He asked. I glanced out the window at the passing trees.

“Nothing.” I replied.

“If you have something to say about my smoking, say it now.”

“I don’t need to say anything.” I replied. “You know how I feel about it.”

Harry took a long drag, blowing the smoke out from his plump lips. How did he make everything look so sexual and good?

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll stop.” He replied. He looked over at me, his green eyes filled with intensity.

I was silent as I stared out the window. Harry sighed, throwing the cigarette out his window and grabbing my hand.

“Why do you hate it so much?” He asked quietly. I bit my lip and shrugged as my blue eyes looked at him.

“For one, it kills you. Why would I want to watch the boy I love, hurt himself?” A shadow of a smile hit Harry’s lips as I said the word “love.”

“And,” I started. “When I kiss you, I feel like all I smell or taste is the cigarette. I don’t want to taste that.”

“You want to taste me.” Harry stated, a small smirk on his lips as he looked at me with a dark look in his eyes. I laughed quietly and nodded.

“You taste better than a cigarette, believe it or not.” I smiled. We came to a stop light, as Harry pressed a deep kiss to my lips.

“I’ll stop.” He whispered. “I’ll stop for you. I promise.”

A few seconds later, Harry turned down a road.

“We’re here.” He said lowly, turning down the music and looking at me. “Are you hungry or do you want to just go to the cabin?”

“Let’s just go to the cabin!” I said excitedly. I was excited to see where we would be staying the next week. Harry laughed and nodded, pulling down another road. The sun was setting and it was starting to get very dark outside.

“This is it.” Harry grinned as he turned into the driveway of a decent sized cabin. I hadn’t asked any questions about it, how he paid for it, or how he got it. At this point, I didn’t really care.

“Wow.” I breathed as I got out of the car. Harry grabbed both of our large suitcases and carried them up to the front door of the wooden house. He took out a key and unlocked the door, throwing the luggage inside.

I went to step inside but Harry stopped me, leaning down and picking me up in his arms, bridal style.

“Harry,” I laughed. He smiled, showing his dimples, as he walked inside the front door.

“This is the kitchen,” He said as he walked through the nicely furnished house. “The living room,” I looked at the large couches and t.v. “And that’s the dining room.”

Then Harry carried me up the stairs, without faltering. The upstairs wasn’t as big as the downstairs. It had a bedroom and a large bathroom, with another small sitting area.

“And this,” Harry walked into a large bedroom with one big bed in the back of the room. “Is our room.”

“I love it.” I smiled, as Harry dropped me on the bed. “I love all of this place. It’s so private, and peaceful.”

Harry grinned, kissing my nose lightly.

“There’s a lake out back. Maybe we could go for a swim…” Harry raised his eyebrows, trailing a hand down my arm.

“I didn’t pack a bathing suit.” I replied. Harry’s eyes darkened slightly and his finger went to the neckline of my shirt.

“I wouldn’t mind if you wore…” He glanced up at me. “Nothing.”

“I think I might actually have something,” I smirked as I stood up. I’ll meet you out back.”

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes, as I stood up. I watched as he took off his t-shirt, his tattoos appearing against his white clear skin. He threw the t-shirt on the floor.

His dark green eyes kept contact with mine as he threw off his shoes and socks. He stood up again, unbuckling his pants and shrugging them done, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Don’t be long.” His husky voice rang out as he turned and walked out the door. I groaned loudly out of sexually frustration. I wanted to just rip the remaining clothing off of Harry.

I sighed loudly as I tore off my shirt and pants. I was left in my black lacy underwear and matching bra. I ran a hand through my hair and let it lay down my back.

I walked down the small staircase and out the back door. I saw Harry who was standing on the edge of the clear lake water. It came up to his ankles. His curly, dark hair was visible from behind.

I walked up behind him quietly, trying not to make any noise. As I was a foot behind him, I reached my hands back to shove Harry into the water, but just as my hands came forward, Harry shot around and grabbed them.

“Nice try Angel.” He laughed huskily as he pulled me towards him. I squealed as the cool water hit against my ankles.

“You’re not as sneaky as you think.” He teased, pulling me even closer to him.

“I’ll work on it.” I replied, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his plump lips. I leaned back and glanced at the clear water.

Harry’s eyes seemed to rape my body as he looked up and down at my clothing. Or should I say, lack of clothing.

“Well it’s not naked.” Harry said as he licked his lips. “But it’s sure as hell a step closer.”

“Keep your eyes to yourself.” I replied as I stepped by him and jumped fully into the lake. I squealed at the cold water hitting my bare skin.

The next thing I knew, arms were wrapped around my waist and pulling me up above the water.

I wrapped my legs around Harry’s waist, leaning my head against the crook on his neck.

The sun was completely set, the only light in the dark night came from the cabin a few feet away.

I felt as Harry sponged kisses on my shoulder and up my neck. His hand trailed up my back and rested on my shoulder, pulling me back into him.

I turned around, placing my mouth on his. His tongue immediately went into my mouth, melting against my mine. I moaned quietly as Harry pulled my legs up around his waist, his hand lightly squeezing my backside.

My hands immediately went up to Harry’s head, running through his wet, soft curls. My hair was dripping down my back, I kept feel Harry’s hand trailing through it.

I pulled back and kiss Harry’s cheek.

“It’s getting late.” Harry murmured against my neck. “We should dry off and go inside.”

I nodded. I was tired. It had been a really long day.

Harry picked me up bridal style again, carrying me out of the lake in my soaked bra and panties.

He walked up to the back door and let us in into the warm, lit up house.

“Go get dressed, I’ll be up in a minute.” Harry murmured. I nodded and walked up the stairs, trying to ignore the fact that Harry was almost naked in front of me, with wet boxers and water droplets dripping down his tattoos.

I went upstairs and put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I sat on the bed and grabbed my phone, texting Sierra.

Harry came in, giving me a grin as he lifted his cellphone up to his ear.

“Hello?” I watched as Harry went into the bathroom and changed into pajamas, coming out a moment later with the phone still in his ear and dressed in sweats and no shirt covering his torso.

His hair was still damp and he looked so hot, as usual. A thin silver chain hung from his neck.

He was still talking on the phone. After a moment, Harry seemed to get annoyed and somewhat angry.

“I fucking know, Zayn.” He growled into the phone. He was talking to Zayn. He was probably being a jerk as usual.

Harry hung up and threw his phone on the couch across from the bed and sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“Everything okay with Zayn?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Harry looked at me as if he had forgotten I was there. His face relaxed and he nodded, smiling.

“Yeah. He’s just uh, you know, pressuring me about this damn project.” Harry laughed.

I thought for a minute as Harry walked by the bed and got in underneath the covers, pulling me in next to him as he turned the lamp off.

“Zayn said it was due in two weeks, right?” I asked slowly. Harry nodded.

“Yeah two weeks. Let’s not think about it. We have a trip together with no one else, especially not Zayn.” Harry pressed a kiss to my lips as he pulled me close to him.

“Night. I love you.” Harry whispered huskily.

“I love you too.” I said absentmindedly, because my mind was overthinking.

Why would Zayn, the ‘bad boy’ be hassling Harry about a project? I got the impression that Zayn didn’t care that much about a school project.

But there was one question that continued to replay in my head, making me feel uneasy.

Harry said the project was due in two weeks. But how could a project be due in two weeks, when it would be Thanksgiving Break in less than a week and a half?

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*If you guys are wondering who is Scarlet, her name is Sasha Pieterse, shes Alison in Pretty Little Liars*