"You could take a picture if you want." Harry grinned.
I realized I'd just been standing there without saying anything. His wet body moved closer to me. "Well?"
"I- I'm just here to use the bathroom." I told him, trying to look away.
"But you got distracted." He said with a smug smile.
"No, I didn't." I shook my head. "Now move."
He blocked me from entering the bathroom and moved closer to me, I tried keeping distance between us by taking a few steps backwards. "I mean it, Styles. Move."
Then I found myself not being able to move any further away from him when my back touched the wall.
He was so close I could feel the warmth and dampness of his body. "What's your problem?" I asked. "Why do you hate me so much? Why did you send Daniel over to my house?"
"I don't hate you. I like you." He said in a low, raspy voice as his fingers played with the dark ends of my hair. "I just thought it'd be fun."
"Well your idea of fun is cruel." I told him, pushing his hand away from my hair.
His nose brushed across my cheek and his lips rested near my ear. "You don't even love him." He whispered.
"How dare you say that!" I pressed my hands against his wet chest, trying to push him away from me.
"You know it's true." He let out a little chuckle and grabbed my wrists to stop me from pushing him.
"You're so annoying!" I groaned. "I hate you." I told him as my hands struggled to escape his grip. Then, in a flash, he pressed his lips onto mine. Immediately I could feel my pulse increase, my blood rushing. Our lips have met for unintentionally intimate reasons two times before but this time it was different. It felt wrong yet so good.
His lips were still wet from the shower he had. They intertwined affectionately with mine as I felt his damp body press in closer to me. The tingles arrived again. This time I felt them all over my body. Droplets of water dropped from his curls onto my red cheeks.
What seemed to have lasted for minutes only really lasted a few seconds. I was frozen as my mind was still processing what was happening. I should've been the one to break the kiss first but he was the one who pulled away when he heard Daniel calling my name from downstairs.
"Shh." He whispered into my ear before leaving the room. I felt like I should've done something. I should've pushed him away.
I was left in the room staring into space, stil numb from the experience.
"Helena?" Daniel walked into the room. "I've been calling you." He put a hand on my shoulder.
My heart pumped harder at the sight of him. I could only imagine the look on his face if he'd seen me a few moments ago.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Of course." I said and tried my best to give him a smile.
A part of me wanted to cry, another part felt guilty and stupid for letting Harry kiss me. A part of me wanted to strangle Harry, yet another part wanted to be close to him somehow.
How could he have the heart to do this? I'm his own brother's girlfriend! Why would he try to steal me away from him?
I walked to the living room with Daniel. I realized Harry had gone out with his friends.
Daniel had a bowl of barbeque-flavoured cheeseballs and two soda cans. He had even laid out a fluffy blanket on the sofa. I smiled looking at his preparations for us to watch a movie.
"What?" He asked, throwing himself on the sofa.
"You're so sweet." I told him.
He smiled as his hands travelled to my waist. He pulled me down to the sofa and gave me a quick peck on my cheek before playing the movie.
I didn't want Daniel to do anything nice for me anymore. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve him. But I wanted to feel the way I felt with Harry when I kissed Daniel.
"Daniel?" I called, looking up at him. His hands were carefully wrapped around my shoulders and my head rested on his chest.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Kiss me." I told him.
"Well alright." He chuckled and tilted his head down, resting his lips on mine.
The soft kiss lasted for a few seconds before we pulled away from each other. "Satisfied?" He grinned.
I still didn't get those tingles. Maybe I was just crazy for obsessing too much over little things like these. But if I felt something with Harry, I needed to feel something with Daniel.
I bit my lip before pulling him in for another kiss. This time I invested more passion in it. My lips played with his as I moved my hand up to his neck and pulled him closer to me, sealing our embrace.
"Woah... what's gotten into you?" Daniel smiled when we pulled away from each other.
"I'm sorry. I just missed you a lot, that's all." I told him, blushing.
"Don't be sorry. I liked it a lot." He said and kissed the tip of my nose.
But even after our most passionate kiss, I still felt nothing. No sparks, no tingles, no fireworks.
Nothing.
