Don't Pester The Ski Patrol • L.S.

9

It started so fast and ended so quickly that I'm almost sure it was a dream - but I know I'm certainly not creative enough to accurately imagine the warmth of Harry's pink lips against mine. As soon as he pulls away he hops onto his feet and starts pacing, desperate to get distance between us. I, stunned, am holding my fingertips to my bottom lip. My insides are erupting into fireworks.

"Oh my - I'm so sorry I - I don't know why I did that -" He begins to ramble all over the place. "You were just being so nice to me and - the wine and - you looked so - gah! I'm sorry I - I'm so weird -"

"Harry." I attempt to pause his ramblings as I come back to life. Truly, if he hadn't told me he was an ex-addict, I might have been able to figure it out for myself; it's clear drugs have scrambled his brain a bit with the way he feels so apologetic and nervous for situations that do not call for it.

His face is practically beet red now. "I don't know why I thought you'd want that, you - you're literally famous and I - I live in a ski lodge and - oh my God, I'm nuts - I'm sorry, Louis, I - why did I -"

"Harry!"

"God, I'm mortified - it's the wine, I swear - I - I'm so sorry, I - I -"

It's my turn to cut him off as I approach him, sick of his rambling, and kiss him back just as gently and just as fast. He blinks at me.

"What makes you think I haven't been desperate to kiss you this whole time?" I say, almost angry that he thinks I didn't want that.

"I - what? Why didn't you kiss me?"

"Well, I thought you were -" I stop myself.

"Don't tell me you thought I was straight."

"You have a daughter! You at least like women!"

"Louis! Everything about me and this ski lodge is fruity!"

"Well, I've been flirting with you this whole time, you could've done something!"

"No you haven't!"

"I literally called you daddy the other day!"

"Why would you think to flirt with a dad by calling him daddy? I get called that every day!"

"I don't know! I was being subtle!"

"Aren't you supposed to be good at this?!"

"Aren't you supposed to be kissing me right now?!"

There are no more words. Harry wastes no time in kissing me again, snaking his strong arm around the small of my tight back and bringing me into him. I sigh breathlessly into his mouth as I wrap my hands around his neck.

"Be careful with your wrist," He breaks the kiss long enough to say.

"It's okay if it breaks." I respond dramatically, bringing him into me again. I am so numb to the pain in my wrist that I forget it's even injured.

We're quick to lose balance and fall onto the large couch beneath us, but the kiss never breaks. He's on top of me now with his legs tangled into mine and his knee pressed against my crotch. I bring him closer to me by his neck. He doesn't kiss timidly and neither do I, I realise as his teeth sink into my bottom lip and I gasp. While my unsuspecting mouth is still open, he slides his tongue in. God, he knows what to do. I'm being so shameless, but I can't help it.

I decide I want to touch more of him, so I bring my hands down underneath his sweater. He groans at the feel of my cold hands on his warm stomach. I might die like this, I think. Everything's too perfect and I'm not sure I can handle it. His warm mouth and wine-stained tongue feels like it was meant to kiss mine this whole time. He grips the couch underneath me to keep himself elevated, but still kissing me with such an intense ferverence, one unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's clear he's wanted this too. I feel like such an idiot for not noticing.