Waifs and Strays II - M.A.D. [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Twelve

"Remember this?" Harry murmurs in my ear. He is standing close, still holding my hand from the walk over. We didn't know where we were going but we ended up beneath the yellow hut.

I'm leaning against one of the poles with my back, trying hard to appear relaxed. Because in reality, my heart is pounding in anticipation.

Harry pulls his head back to look into my eyes. "This is where we had our first kiss." His green eyes stare into mine with such intensity, I almost feel naked in front of him.

I clear my throat to regain some control over my feelings. "It might come as a shock to you because I was so waisted back then, but I do remember, as a matter of fact," I say, my voice unfortunately sounding somewhat raspy.

Harry doesn't immediately react. Only a ghost of a smile appears on his lips as if his focus is on something else. He raises his second hand over my head and places it against the pole behind me, leaning in closer. "I wanted you so bad that night," he whispers against my lips. 

My breath hitches and my lips fall appart slightly. "I was a mess, that night," I remind him.

Harry smiles at my reaction but his eyes keep the intensity. "Maybe, but mostly I thought you were fucking sexy," he murmurs. "That translucent shirt of yours, your hair, your lips..."

His breath on my skin nearly makes me shiver but I am able to keep it in check. As I stare back into his eyes, it seems to become increasingly harder for me to breathe. With a smile, I can see that his chest is heaving just as heavily as mine.

I trace my fingers up his chest and bury them in his hair at the back of his head. "If you don't kiss me already, I'll go insane, Styles," I whisper with a smirk.

He laughs at my words, being reminded of how I addressed him that night, before he closes the last inch between our lips.

It feels like I haven't kissed him in ages. Between everything that has happened in the past week, we barely had a mind to kiss each other goodnight before going to sleep. But his warm lips wrapping around mine and his soft tongue begging to enter; I have been waiting for this, craving for him, the entire day.

Everything around us seems to blur into nothingness when he wraps his arms around me. I hear his little huffs and smile into the kiss. "This is much better than what I remember from that night," I hum against his lips.

Harry opens his eyes and chuckles, running his hand through my hair. "I thought the kissing was pretty good, that night," he smirks.

I put my palm against his chest to stop him with a frown. "Is that so? Which kissing are you referring to exactly?" I snarl, trying to stop the pictures of Harry with Kim from floding into my brain.

His eyes widen in guilt when he realizes what he has said. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, Lou... And I am sorry about kissing her at all," he tells me, drawing circles on my cheek with his thumb. "I wasn't talking about her, you know that, right?"

I smile at him lazily. Of course, I know that he was talking about our kiss and not theirs but that doesn't mean it didn't remind me of it.

"I swear, I only kissed her to get my mind off of you," he promises.

I raise a quizzical eyebrow. Remembering that night, he thoroughtly looked like he was enjoying those kisses. Even though I was pretty drunk.

Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "Believe me, Lou," he continues with a serious look on his face, leaning in again. His voice sounds much more quiet. "I tried to kiss you the night before, remember? Twice. Once, before you got into the bathtub when we bathed together for the first time. And then, in the forrest when we had to get more fire wood for your room. You rejected me both times." His voice sounds very low when he continues, staring at my lips. "I was so frustrated. I honestly thought you weren't interested in me. I wanted to forget about you."