The back room of the store was cold, but comfortable enough. If there had have been electricity, it wouldn't have been so bad staying there. There was only one large sofa, which Harry insisted I took while he propped himself up on a smaller cushioned seat. Dylan had fallen asleep quickly on a corduroy arm chair, emitting loud snores which had begun to get on my nerves.
I was shivering uncontrollably as the ticking of the wall clock echoed through the room. I couldn't see it properly due to the dim candlelight, but it looked to be around 10pm.
The cold was seeping into my skin, my only protection being a single blanket which I wrapped around myself, attempting to preserve every shred of warmth.
"Harry," I hissed, knowing that he would still be awake due to his lacking ability to sleep well.
"What?" He whispered back as I searched for his face in the darkness. I shone the torch on his features, accidentally blinding him. "Oops, sorry," I giggled as his eyes squinted.
"What do you want?" He called over to me in a hushed voice.
"I'm cold," I groaned. "And I can't sleep at all."
"Stay there. I know what to do," Harry said. I heard the springs of his seat creak as he moved about and suddenly he was right in front of me with blankets that were warm from his body heat.
"But I can't take your blankets. You need them too," I protested as he dumped the lot on me, smothering my airways momentarily. Silly Harry..
"I'll be fine," he replied as he began to shuffle his way back over to wear he was previously lying.
I made a catch for his wrist as I reached out and grasped his arm. "Your hands are freezing," he said wincing, trying to mask the surprise in his voice at me confidently reaching out for him.
"I know. Please just stay with me," I pleaded, putting on the puppy eyes, even though he couldn't see them properly in the dark.
"Clary, I'm only across the room," he protested, but making no effort to escape my grasp.
"Please Harry," I begged him quietly.
I heard his sigh of defeat as he climbed onto the sofa beside me. "You owe me," he grumbled, but he pressed his body close to mine none the less. The multiple blankets wrapped around us kept us tied together as we lay in close proximity on the the red cushioned fabric.
I closed my tired eyes and thanked the heavens for Harry's seemingly infinite body heat which acted like a radiator against my cold, marble skin.
I could hear his breathing and I could feel the rising and falling of his chest. His nose was buried in my hair and for some reason, I could feel this fluttery sensation in my chest. It was weirdly strange and a new feeling, but I kind of liked it.
I felt my nose tickling from the woozy scent of his cologne and tried to muffle my sneeze, but failing.
"Achooo," I sneezed loudly, only to hear Harry's low chuckle.
"You're so cute," he blurted out, and I felt my cheeks heating up considerably.
"W-what?" I stammered.
"Never mind," Harry covered up quickly.
I ignored the fact that the feeling in my chest was becoming more prominent every second I lay beside him.
"Can I ask you something?" I breathed.
I felt his head nod, so I continued. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, it was almost inaudible.
I felt his body stiffen against me as he froze. "I don't want to talk about it," he replied defensively.
I pulled away from his body, sitting up on the sofa, watching as he did the same.
"Answer me Harry," I demanded sternly, looking into his captivating jade eyes.
"Why do you want to know?" He said, and I could feel his presence drifting away from me, metaphorically of course, we still huddled together for warmth, but I felt his personality close up once again.
"Am I a bad kisser?" I challenged him, my eyes not breaking away from his.
He doesn't reply, but only continued to stare back at me. "Am I?" I prompted him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. And then he opened it again and I giggled. "What?" He asked me confusedly.
"You look like a fish," I chuckled.
He shook his head, his soft, curly hair falling over his eyes. "Clary Kutcher, you have to be one of the most confusing girls ever," he admitted.
"Mission accomplished then," I said jokingly as I laughed lightly with him. "But you didn't answer the question Harry."
Harry sighed and looked away. "No. You're not a bad kisser. In fact, you're more than not bad. That's why I did it," he mumbled, and even though it was dark, I knew his face had turned red, just like mine.
"So you mean that you won't mind if I, uh-" I began, but cut myself off by pressing my lips to Harry's, who stood still as stone, his unresponsiveness only making me more eager to get a reaction out of him.
I couldn't help myself but to clamber onto his lap, my knees on each side of his thighs, my mouth moulded onto his as he finally realised what was happening and kissed me back.
My hands knotted in his delicate hair, twisting the strands with my fingers as he trailed his touch through my curls and down my back.
His sinful lips were soft and irresistible as he kissed me with a hunger. It felt like déjà vu. His other hand caressed my thigh as I pulled him closer to me, the taste of his tongue sending adrenaline racing through my body. This embrace was not like the last. This was dangerous and reckless, and I loved it. I loved the way he knew exactly how to kiss me and how to make my blood run faster as my heart pumped furiously in my chest.
He made no indication at all to suggest sexual action, but he kissed me with such a passion that I was more than content as his lips brushed mine.
"Harry," I murmured against his lips, feeling a smile dancing against our mouths.
His large hands travelled around my body as we made out, and I ran my fingers over his stubble.
Have you ever noticed how the most intense and beautiful things when we close our eyes? When we laugh, cry, dream and kiss. The best things in life happen unexpectedly but you have to be ready to grab every opportunity, because you never know where the road may lead.
(^^^Deep stuff right there^^^)
After what felt like an eternity we broke apart, and I could feel my heart racing as fast as if it was doing a circuit.
"My lips are tingling," I whispered to Harry, are faces still dangerously close together as he laughed at my comment.
"Does it ever drive you crazy?" He asked, after a momentous pause.
"What?" I replied, slightly confused.
"Just how fast the night changes," he answered, a beaming smile lighting up his face as I pressed my lips to his again.
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Fiksi Penggemar"You taught me why hurricanes are named after people. And sometimes I find myself thinking how easy all of this could have been if you weren't so goddamn beautiful," he went on, murmuring against the delicate skin of my neck. ----- Harry Styles au...
