~Harry~

I was mindlessly scrolling through a long list of new additions on Netflix, exhaling in a bored manner every so often, until I heard my doorbell ring.

Thankful for something to do, I set down the remote of the telly and stood up, groaning lazily as I did so.

I padded down the hall and arrived at my main entranceway. The cool metal of the knob on the door made my skin prickle in the oddest fashion, making me wonder what the hell that was all about. I swung open the door, and fought with all of my willpower to keep my eyes from bugging out of my head.

She stood there, her dark, wavy brown hair cascading all around her shoulders. She blew a fallen wisp off of her forehead in an annoyed way. Her calf brown eyes were wide and laced with a determination that I couldn’t quite analyze. Her bow-shaped, pink and utterly kissable lips—at least, that was what I imagined them to be—had been turned down into a frown, and I gulped lightly.

She wore ripped jean shorts and a plain V-neck white t-shirt—I couldn’t help but to notice that we matched—her arms folded over her chest. White flip flops adorned her feet, and her face bore no makeup. She simply radiated beauty without any further enhancement, and once again, I felt like a prick for leaving her all alone with the broken shards of her photo last week.

Seriously, I could’ve at least helped pick them up.

For a moment, we just looked at each other before I cleared my throat, my gaze falling to the floor, “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said shortly, before pushing her way past me and into my house.

She kicked off her flip flops, leaving her feet bare, and rushed down the hall, turning a corner, and out of sight.

What the fuck had just happened here?

I stood there, shocked for a moment before hurrying after her, my hand raking itself through my hair as I went, knowing that something big was about to go down right now.

I found her in the kitchen, her fingers pulling at the tips of her hair, and her pacing in front of the table. Leaning against the doorframe and willing my body to remain composed, I cleared my throat lightly, “How may I help you?”

For a moment she just kept pacing, and I thought that she hadn’t heard me. I opened my mouth again to repeat the question, but before I could, she barked out a dry laugh, “How may you help me? Are you serious? Well, fine then. I need answers.”

Was this going where I thought it was going? I didn’t know, so I decided to play on the safe side, “Answers to what?”

She threw her head back, laughing a loud but dry laugh, and I bit my lip, my mouth going dry. She looked so damn beautiful.

But then she frowned, stalking over to me and crossing her arms over her chest, and I fought to keep my gaze focussed on her face and not to wander lower.

“You know what I’m talking about!” she accused loudly, glaring at me, “Don’t play dumb, alright? I want answers to—,” she fumbled, looking for a word, “—whatever this is! What is this?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, furrowing my brow. This could not be happening. She made a whining sound, evidently getting really fed up with my whole act; did she even know it was an act? Of course, never mind.

“I mean—,” her face contorted into that of a pained expression, and she ran her fingers through her hair, dishevelling it slightly. I wanted to brush away the pieces that littered her face, and I took a small step towards her, not large enough to be noticed by her while she was in this distressed state.

“—what are we, Harry?” she asked, her voice growing weak and cracking as she said my name. My heart broke; hearing her so wounded hit me in a place that I couldn’t even bear.

“What are we?” I repeated slowly, hoping, praying, and doing anything that would confirm that this was what I thought it was. She squeezed her eyes shut, and I took great care to notice how her nose would scrunch up, or how her forehead would develop little worry lines, making me wish that I could smooth them out with my lips.

“What are we?” she confirmed, “I just—I’m so fucking confused, okay? I don’t want—,” she stopped abruptly when I took another step forward, our bodies only half of a foot apart.

I reached for her hand and took it in my large one, my skin tingling as I did so.

Slowly, watching her the whole time, I brought her hand up to my face. Still cradled in my grip, I bent down to kiss the back of her palm, staring into her eyes. I made sure to let my lips linger there for an extra unnecessary second.

“You don’t want what?” I asked quietly as I spread out her fingers and kissed each tip. She stared up at me with the expression that a caged animal might wear. I kissed each of her knuckles before turning her hand over and sprinkling her palm with little pecks. I brought her arm further up and planted a soft but sensual kiss on her wrist, watching with an amused expression as she gulped lightly.

“I—I don’t want to be that kind of girl,” she whispered, clearly too distracted to form a proper sentence and elaborate on it.

In a second, with a soft tug, her body was pressed up against mine, our torsos brushing, and a small, sharp gasp fell from her lips. I set one hand on her arm, my thumb stoking her shoulder idly.

“Which kind of girl?” I mumbled as I stretched her arm out and sponged small kisses along the length of it, making her inhale and exhale rapidly, her chest rising and falling. Eventually, I reached her shoulder and kissed it over the white material of her t-shirt.

“The—the kind that…” her eyes fell closed as I brushed hair away from her neck, now planting my lips on her collarbone and along the column of her throat.

She pressed her lips into a firm line as I relished the feel of the smooth skin of her neck gliding along my mouth. I let my tongue dart out to moisten my lips before pressing a damp kiss to the spot next to her Adam’s apple, pulling back and let puffing out warm air onto it. She gasped loudly.

“What are you doing?” she tried to snap, but her voice was robbed of all anger and annoyance, left completely breathless.

I trailed my lips all the way to her ear, kissing the spot behind it and feeling her tense; I smiled, knowing I’d found her sweet spot. I kissed the shell of her ear and breathed into it, “Something I should’ve done that night.”

I was referring to the night where I’d been drunk and had left her—rejected her—on my porch. I’d wanted to kiss her so badly, but Matt’s words had kept echoing in my head; I wasn’t allowed to try anything with her. It was a request—only one request—and I owed him that much.

But you know what?

Fuck that.

I pulled back, my right hand gripping her left hand, and my own left hand still rubbing her arm lightly. Slowly, I let it trail down so that I was holding both of her hands now, loving the sensation of her fingers tangled with mine; it was like they fit perfectly together.

“I meant what I said,” I informed her in a whisper, our noses a few inches apart, “I did want to kiss you. And I still do. Can I kiss you, Cassidy?”

Her eyes widened and flicked back and forth, almost as though she was internally arguing with herself. She looked so gorgeous; I don’t know why I hadn’t made my move sooner.

“You won’t leave halfway through this time?” she finally managed to get out, and I cracked a small smile, knowing that this was an attempt at playful teasing. I shook my head before gazing into her eyes.

“I won’t,” I whispered, and she closed her eyes for a moment before flashing them open again.

“What are you waiting for?” she questioned, slightly louder than the hushed tone we’d been speaking in, and I threw my head back, laughing.

She let out a nervous laugh too, but never got to catch her breath, because I pressed my lips to hers before she was able to stop.

She froze, and tightened her grip on my hands, evidently not used to this. Briefly I wondered if this was her first kiss, and then realised by the way that she was trying to compose herself, that indeed it was. I could just tell.

So I had to make this as pleasurable as possible then.

I smiled against her mouth, feeling a tingly feeling erupt in my stomach. My whole body was on fire, my brain only conveying one message to me: This is really happening; this is really happening.

It was explosive, passionate, everything I’d ever wanted. Fuck, now if only I could bring her upstairs and ravish her.

Don’t get a boner, Harry.

Right.

I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers and catching my breath, watching as she did the same.

I squeezed her hands, “You can kiss me back, you know,” I teased, and she cracked a smile before unwinding our hands and shoving at my chest playfully.

I’d only stumbled for a second before her fingers were there again, fisting the collar of my shirt, and she pulled me back down, my lips landing on hers yet again.

My hands now free, they came up to cradle her face, while her arms wound around my neck as she grinned against my lips. Her fingers snaked to the nape of my neck, playing with the small curls there, and I laughed into her mouth, bending down and picking her up, wrapping my hands around her moderately curvy hips.

I twirled her around, loving how she pulled back and laughed at my cheesiness. Within another second our lips were attached again, adrenaline replacing the blood in my veins. I hesitantly opened my mouth, and I think she sensed what I was timidly asking for, because she slowly parted her lips as well, her tongue poking out, a small pink bud emerging past her mouth.

I touched her tongue with mine hesitantly, but when she didn’t pull away I became bolder, letting the two muscles glide along each other. I loved how warm her mouth was as I dipped my tongue into it, loving the way her mouth tasted, wanting to get drunk off of the sensation.

We were kissing, pulling apart for air, and then kissing again. My hands trailed down her body, grabbing her hips and crushing the few centimeters between us like they were nothing. I needed to feel her mouth on mine; it was a drug that I was craving, something I could never ever stop wanting. I needed her.

She arched her back lightly, my fingers fitting perfectly to the curve as I bit at her bottom lip, pulling back with it still in between my teeth. Smirking childishly at her I let it go, loving how she took it in between her own teeth after, and staring into my eyes.

And then she was there again, pressing more forceful kisses to my mouth, as if wanting to channel all of the anger and resentment she’d felt towards me, wanting to show me just how pissed off she was at me.

I didn’t blame her at all—I’d created a sort of change in her life, something I knew she was afraid of—I could just see it on her face whenever something new happened. She would panic.

“I’m sorry,” I growled against her lips, causing her to whimper slightly. Mouths gaping, hands wandering, simply unable to get enough of each other. I had to be everywhere, touching every part of her body, wanting her and only her; wanting to show her just how apologetic I was, just how much she meant to me.

So we kissed…a lot.

But sooner than I would’ve liked, she pulled back.

“I just want to know what this is,” she told me, hurt creeping into her expression, and I hated myself for making her so unsure about everything.

“I like you,” I told her, “Simple as that.”

She bit her lip to keep from smiling as I uttered the next words, meaning each and every one of them.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

Notes

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