Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 19

June 17, 2014

"As you might remember, two years ago I kissed this lovely lady right over here."

Harry spoke out to the crowd, pointing towards me. The crowd screamed with excitement and wanted more of whatever this feeling was. I remember earlier today on Tumblr. that I searched "Haris" and oh my God, I just about died. There were pictures of girls crying, girls screaming on Vine, it was all quite hilarious. On Twitter trending was, #TwoYearsAgo and #OMGHarisIsReal. It was quite a sight to see, honestly.

I was in a pine green suede skirt with black leather ankle boots. The heel on the bottom made me the same height as Harry, maybe an inch higher. Liam gave me his old Batman shirt which I tucked in underneath the suede. It looked genuinly nice when I put a flower crown in my hair of an almost black, but green flower. Harry was in a new, black shirt with a white image in the middle, but from where I stood, I couldn't tell what it was. His black jeans hugged around his legs as the dark brown boots highlightd his accent. God, it was sexy.

Almost as sexy as what happened at lunch earlier. Lou and I sat next to Harry at the small table outside Krog's Fish restaurant. His hair was in a tiny bun and around his chest was pale white, blue striped shirt. The grey jeans were tight as he talked on the phone while I aimlessly stared at his beauty because his eyes were off on myself, undressing me. His light, soft boots that he wears ALL the damn time are still perfect to me.

Alright, back to the present. The concert was basically over yet Harry still always had a way to hold things out for too long. Harry always was able to keep a conversation going even if it already died out minutes. Both of his hands wrapped around the mic, one on top of the other. God, his hands, they were just so.. so big. I still find myself looking at them once in a while. But, Harry, just can't keep his eyes off me tonight. He has been staring at me all night, and I always caught him lost in his trance.

Setting his mic into the shift part of the stand, he walked over to me, slowly as if to make an intimidating impression upon myself. Harry flexed his biceps and they pumped out of the stiff shirt. Grabbing my hand, he kissed it gently then placed his lips against mine. He savored the kiss as he sucked lightly against my lips. My hand traveled up his chest and up around his soft neck. Fingers in our hair, Harry tugged at my wavy ends and I smiled. A single hand placed itself between us and separated the kissers.

"Sorry, but that is the end of the show. Goodnight."

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Slipping into the dress of black, I felt suffocated by the amount of fabric and the way it held my body. It hugged tightly around the hips along with tightly around my chest. It's bad enough I already don't have big breasts, this dress makes them disappear completely. A subtle knock on my hotel door, he awaited my company. Shuffling the important stuff into the Louboutin clutch, I opened the door quickly and was surprised with a small kiss to the lips. In his hands, he held a bouquet of dark roses and from the corner, a quick flash illuminated the hallway of the hotel.

"Fabulous picture, guys."

Zayn called from behind Harry's camera. Louis giggled from around the corner next to Niall. Another flash alerted my eyes as it was just Liam taking a picture from his phone. The boys were in their pajamas, eyes already closed halfway, well, Zayn's were. Harry huffed next to me, scrambling over to Aaron and Paul who were now taking pictures too. He practically shoved all the cameras to the floor.

"Go put those away."

He voice grumbled. All the boys and men went into a fit of giggles from how serious he was being. Harry took in a calm breath and turned around to me slowly. I felt my ankles crackling from the high point pressure of standing in the Louboutin shoes. His look was weakening to me as much as a death threat.