no control [h.s.]

7

"Please open the door, Eden."

"Can y-you just l-leave me alone?" I hiccuped. My mascara was most likely running down my face and I had an ugly crying face. All in all, I was very unattractive right now.

"I'm sorry for yelling, can we please talk?"

His apology was sincere, I could hear it in his voice. In my head I accepted, but in my heart I just wanted to know why he had reacted so harshly towards my simple question. If I had know he would've reacted the way he did I wouldn't have said anything at all, and maybe the night would've turned out differently. We'd finish dinner and watch a movie together, cuddled up on the couch in his living room. Then I'd fall asleep with my head against his chest and once again have to be carried up to my room by him.

But that's not how tonight was going to play out.

"Eden, can we talk please?" he sighed heavily in frustration. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or himself. "I promise I won't yell."

"No."

"Pwease?" he said in a baby voice, making me giggle. How could the man who was just screaming at me for nothing turn into this kind, caring, and sweet one?

My hand grasped the door knob and unlocked it slowly, before it flew open and he tackled me in a hug. At first I only stood stationary, but as his arms snaked around my waist I finally responded to his touch and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Why did you yell at me?" I mumbled into his chest. He still hadn't let me go, and honestly I didn't mind. Being in his arms was bliss.

"I'm sorry," he says softly as he slightly pulls back from our embrace. He takes my face into his hands and rubs my wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Wow."

"What?" I asked quickly. Oh, I had forgotten I had makeup running down my face. I must've looked like absolute crap. I went to look away but he only held my face with a tighter grasp, still facing him.

"You're beautiful, even with tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes."

"You're just saying that," I scoffed, trying to turn my head away from him again. He turned my head back towards him and looked me right in the eyes.

"I'm not."

And when his eyes closed and his lips began lowering down to meet mine, I knew what was about to happen. So I let it happen. When his lips finally touched mine I melted into his touch. Being the more experienced kisser, Harry was the dominant one in this situation. His tongue traced my lower lip, which drove me absolutely crazy.

He pulled away suddenly, breathless and panting and said, "I think we should go watch a movie, yeah?"

I nodded quickly with a huge smile. He gave me one last kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand and leading me to the den.

I guess my night would turn out how I imagined it after all.