The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Bee's POV:

"I knew it!" Sarah wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and returned to her seated position on the carpet. "I knew you'd be such a slobbery kisser!"

Sarah's comment brought on yet another wave of giggles from all of us. Harry stuck his tongue out at Sarah.

Harry looked down at me and raised his brows. "Is she right? Am I a slobbery kisser?"

All three pairs of glossy eyes went to me and I tucked my lips into my mouth before shutting my eyes and nodding.

Another giggle fit ensued.

I sat up off of Harry's belly and folded one leg under another to sit upright, between Harry and Sarah. I rubbed my hands on my grinning cheeks. "Please," I begged, "I need to stop laughing so much. My stomach and cheeks are in so much pain."

"You're so sparkly, Bee," Harry stated through his slowly dissipating laughter.

I looked down at my outfit and noticed I did look quite bright next to the black carpet. And all three of them were wearing black as well.

I felt a hand in my hair to my left. "And she's got such lovely blonde hair!" Sarah said, playing with a couple of strands. "I feel like I need sunglasses to look at you."

"Or," I shifted my position so that my body was facing Sarah now, "You could close your eyes and kiss me, then it won't be so bright." I tilted my head to the side and leaned forward with my elbows on my legs, smiling sweetly at her.

Sarah's face flashed with shock before settling into a smile. "Well aren't you a flirt," she said, leaning in.

"You're the one kissing everyone so far," I teased, then leaned in the rest of the way until our lips met and I very gingerly pressed my lips onto hers.

I didn't expect it when I felt her small rough fingertips on my cheek and she went in for a second kiss, opening her mouth more and licking my lips with her tongue.

I opened my mouth and the tips of our tongues brushed against one another. She tasted like sweet red wine and was so soft.

I pulled back and opened my eyes to see her dilated blue ones looking back at me.

"Well," she said as she removed her fingers from my cheek, "you're definitely a better kisser than Harry."

"Hey," Harry whined from the other side of me.

"Okay, Harry, get up," Mitch finally said, moving underneath Harry until Harry was sitting upright next to him.

Mitch wasted no time once Harry was upright, grabbing his face with both of his hands and smashing their lips together.

Sarah and I shared a shocked glance with each other before returning our slack-jawed faces to Harry and Mitch, noticing that they were full-on making out. I noticed Harry's eyebrows were shot way up on his forehead when Mitch's tongue first dove into his mouth, but then I could see his lip curved upward.

I started clapping and cheering, and Sarah followed along, which only egged the boys on further. Harry actually lifted his body to straddle one leg over Mitch, with his back to us. Mitch's hands were still grabbing onto Harry's face.

Suddenly, Harry released the kiss and pulled Mitch so that they tumbled together closer to Sarh and me. Harry landed on his back with Mitch on top of him. They were laughing as Mitch pulled himself off of Harry and relaxed beside him, sitting upright again. I noticed his mouth was swollen from Harry's assault and his cheeks were flushed pink.

Harry, now lying on his back in the middle of all of us, put his hands behind his head and had a grin plastered across his face. He turned his head to look over at me. "I knew I liked you when I met you, Bee. I didn't know it was because you'd be the reason I finally got to kiss Mitchell Rowland, but here we are," he said with his cocky tone of voice.