Kissing Strangers {h.s}

chapter one

Harry <3

New relationships are always exciting. Exploring and feeling emotions has always been hard for me to do on my own but it's, somehow, always easier when there is someone with you who's feeling the same feelings. All you have to do is hope they're down as bad as you are.

I love every part of a relationship. The first date, the first kiss and even the first time you meet their friends or family. It seems stressful to most and in some weird way, it isn't to me. It just feels normal. A step everyone needs to take. Of course, I want my girlfriend to meet all my mates and my mum and sister and I can't wait for that to happen but that kinda goes both ways. You both need to want to take that next step.

And today is one of those special days where the next step is taken. Meeting my girlfriend's best friends. And I know I'm only meeting them because it's her birthday party and it's obvious that they're gonna be there, but I'm still meeting them. It's still the next step.

It's about ten in the morning right now and it was cold as shit outside, even inside my apartment and I had the heater on.

Right out of bed, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a fuzzy sweater and answered all the texts Alexie sent me. Starting from the ones I missed last night and then the ones from early this morning. She was mad that I didn't stay up for her birthday and that I didn't call her early this morning. Of course, I apologized but there was no way that I would've stayed up till twelve last night after the mentally exhausting day I had.

After finishing two very fucking emotional songs yesterday, all I wanted to do was sleep. As I said, it's hard to explore certain emotions and when you don't have someone to explore them with, it's just easier to put everything in a song.

After I had my first cup of coffee, I started to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of plain black pants, along with a black turtleneck and a coat to wear on top.

I struggled a bit with picking shoes. Like I actually sat for about ten minutes, just staring at a pair of sneakers and a pair of black boots. After much consideration, I went with the boots.

I put on all the rings I usually wear and ended up putting on my butterfly necklace.

Finally, I was finished. I grabbed my car keys, wallet and phone before I walked out the door. The elevator ride down was silent until my phone started ringing.

Louis.

"Where are you?" He asked as soon as I answered the call.

"Well you're pretty rude aren't you. What happened to hello? How are you today—"

"Cut the shit haz, you better get to your girlfriend's house right now, or I'm gonna fucking kill her." He said and I heard a door closing on his side, followed by someone calling his name, who I quickly identified as Alexie.

"Why what's wrong?"

"She's going fucking mad, I swear. When she couldn't get a hold of you, she called me. Like, freaking out and shit — and I was like, what am I supposed to do? And then she was like, get over here and help me." He said switching the pitch of his voice higher. "And it's like early in the fucking morning, yeah, and I haven't eaten yet, so got myself some nuggets to eat. And when I got to her house and when she didn't see you with me, she threw a fucking chicken nugget at my head."