Just One Thing (A One Direction/Logan Lerman Fan-Fic)

Swimming-Sucker (WARNING GUYS!)

You have every right to kill me. I am so sorry that I quit on this book. #LeSorryWatson.

EIther way; Inspiration literally DIED due to the loss of my amazing someone. This chapter is a reminder of how much he loved me and how he is now. Well...screw him, I'm awesome. :P

Well here's the one I've been that's been on hold for a long time. Hope you guys like it!

And since I've been such a bad updater...

*SPOILER ALERT*

This scene gets a little steamy!

P.s. MM-MMM HARRY, EVEN I AIN'T GOT MUCH TO DO WITH YOU NO MORE, YOU HOT BABES, YOU REAAAAL HOT.

*Tasha's POV*

Something was prodding cautiously at my head.

Prod.

Prod. Prod. Prod.

What the actual fuck?

I swatted it away irritatedly and heard someone chuckle. Wincing against the bright morning sunlight, I carefully opened one eye to see who it was. I swear if it was Louis or Fizza I would..--

And then Harry's smiling face projected itself into my line of vision. Ohhh the mother of..

I am totally wide awake right now. Oh Lord I probably look like a mess. How the hell does he manage to look so good even now? Look at the sunlight reflectin' off 'em curls. Damn boy you is hella fine. Sooo fiiiine.

My shock was clearly visible because he stared inquiringly at me and innocently asked:

"What?"

Too stunned to speak at first, I hurriedly pulled my covers over my head, starting to break out into laughter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU FOOL.

"What are you doing?" he asked, chuckling quietly to himself.

"I have absolutely no idea. I'm sorry you just..sprang up on me like that..." I laughed, and without warning, I stretched lazily and made guttural animal-like squeals for about five seconds.

"--- Oh my god I'm so sorry. That was..that..holy shit.."

He laughed adorably at my bewildered expression.

"You don't need to apologize for the things you do." he said, smiling and leaning slowly close to me. My insides started to crumble. MAN he wasn't even trying to do anything and this was what was happening. HELP ME.

Okay. Get your shit together.

He looked into my eyes as he moved closer and I could feel myself begin to shrink back into my pillow. His gaze dropped to my lips and my heart shot into my throat. The gap between us was getting smaller and smaller and then his lips touched mine in a teensy kiss. His fingers reached up to my face and carefully traced them through my hair.

"I hope its okay with you if I do that." he said, suddenly conscious of what he was doing and pulling his fingers away from my hair. I angled my head and, despite all my..masculinity, giggled. Shifting a little beside him, I propped myself up on my hands.

"I really don't mind," I replied, running my hand through his luscious, thick, brown curls. I would've preferred saying something like "You can do whatever the fuck you want, you god," but let's be real here. Really.