My uncle, Paul Higgins *CANCELLED*

Chapter 21. Do you?

    I had been so preoccupied with Harry that I almost forgot what Harry mentioned earlier. Cody had called me to talk about the kiss. There was no message left in my voicemail or in my texts on my phone so I decided to call him. Cody answers almost immediately.

    "Alexa?"

    "Hi."   

    "Hey... So you probably want to talk about earlier?..."

    "Yeah," I say. "Look, Cody. I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."

    He's quiet for a couple of seconds.

    "Oh." He says. "Well, I'm sorry I called."

    "Don't apologize." I say. "I'm sorry I don't feel the same way."

    "That's okay, I guess. I have to go."

    "Okay. Friends?" I ask him.

    "I don't know."    

    I frown. "Let me know when you do."

    "Yep." He says before hanging up.

    I sigh and sit down on the chilling concrete. The door to the tourbus opens and I see Harry step out. He looks around in the dark. His emerald eyes settle on mine and he walks towards me. My stomach still fills with butterflies every time he looks at me. He pulls off his soft coat and sets it on my shoulders before sitting down next to me. I stare at him for a few seconds, just admiring everything about him.

    "Do you have feelings for Cody?" He asks quietly.

    "No." I say.

    "OK."

    I stare at the moon above us. "Harry, do you have feelings for me?"

    I turn to look at him. He smiles with a smile that meets his eyes.  He sets his hand on my cheek, pulling my face closer to his. "Lots of them."

    Harry leans in so close that our lips brush. Tingles are sent down my neck and throughout my entire body. He pushes in fully to connect our lips.

    "Me too." I whisper.

    A bright light flashes behind us and I jump, whipping my head to where the light came from. Harry and I watch as the figure runs away from the gate.

"Damn paparazzi." He mumbles.

    Harry sighs, "I'm so sorry about that."

    I nod, although annoyed with the paparazzi I assure him it's fine. I feel slightly embarrassed that we were bombarded during such an intimate moment. But my heart is still beating wildly even though Harry's lips are no longer against mine. He stands up and offers his hand. I gladly accept it, allowing him to pull me up from the ground. I wipe off the dirt from my shorts and he slides his arm around my waist.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I could've done that for you."

I smack his arm, looking up at him. "What is with you today?"

He laughs and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you know exactly what I'm talking about."

The next morning I'm not surprised to find many articles featuring the picture of Harry and I's intimate moment last night. I sigh, annoyed at all of the magazines and celebrity gossip pages. My phone begins to buzz in my hand and a text from my mom appears on my screen. Wow, for a second I actually thought I had friends. Actually, on the subject of friends, I haven't heard from Mackenzie in a while...