Narrative Essay On Sad Love Story

"Ignore it" Harry groans after I try and escape his grip for what feels like the 50th time.

We've been laying together all morning but I can't fall back asleep because my phone won't stop vibrating.

"I've ignored it for the past 20 minutes and it keeps going off. It's probably just an alarm or something. Let me cancel it and I'll be right back" I mumble and he finally lets me go.

Crawling to the other side of the bed, I grab my phone off the nightstand and gasp when I see the screen.

11 missed calls, 5 voicemails and a plethora of texts from Louis invade my notifications.

"Adelaide, look I'm sorry about yesterday, but disappearing like this isn't you. You've made your point okay? Now I'm getting worried. If you don't call me back within the hour, I'm going to have to

Before I have time to stress more about the situation, he's pressed his lips against mine.

Our first kiss.

My first kiss.

Shit, what do I do?

"Kiss me back" he mumbles against my mouth, eyes now closed.

I sit there frozen as a statue, a million thoughts racing through my mind before finally snapping back into reality. It takes a few seconds, but I pick up his rhythm and our lips blend together perfectly.

My eyes finally close as his hands travel from my hips to resting on my thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck, and bring our bodies closer together. Everything comes naturally, as if in my DNA.

His lips taste even better than I imagined, bittersweet, like raspberries and maple. It was my first sample and it was intoxicating.

He bites my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he moves away. I stare at him in shock, gasping lightly for air before scrambling off his body and out of the bed.

I need to get out of here.

"Where are you going" he breaks the silence.

"My brother wants me home within the hour" I shakily bend over to pick up my