Complicated

#5

Harry's Pov.

I find it annoying that she doesn't believe me about this three day thing. However I enjoyed the look on her face when she found out I wasn't lying. I suppose as of recently I've been giving off tremendous 'fuck boy' energy, so i cant and I wont blame her.

I can't help but feel bad for her too, she's torn between telling her boyfriend about what's happened, and keeping it a secret. It's a lose lose situation for her. If she tells him, she loses her best friend and boyfriend. If she doesn't, she also loses them.

The sun begins beaming onto my face. I watch her as she stares into my face, mesmerised by what she sees. It probably doesn't help that I'm smirking at her, but it's a habit. I can't help it.

She looks so beautiful, her face blocking the sunlight, creating beams of light coming out from her head. She looks like an Angel. I can't help but admire her, flicking my eyes between hers, her mouth was slightly open. I feel like kissing her till our lips turn purple, but I can't do something that I'm unsure she's comfortable with.

I know what I did yesterday says otherwise, but once you have a reputation of a person like that you tend to keep it. Especially in the public eye. It's a persona that doesn't represent me at all. Im comfortable with the boys, so the dressing room thing would be something they wouldn't question, but that one bedroom scene...I think I went a little too far. I did go too far. I regret it but if we never see each-other again, There's a chance she'll ruin my life, saying it was un-consensual. I'll apologise to her before the three days are up.

I reach my hand out slowly and place it gently on the side of her head, I run my thumb over her cheekbones, it felt so good to feel her face in my hands, I wish I could hold it forever. I smile softly at her lips, with the only thought going through my mind being her lips pressed against mine.

I see the anticipation in her eyes, and I know she won't make the move, I wrap my hand around the back of her head, allowing her to realise what I'm planning to do. I watch her face turn more relaxed. Though I could hear her breathing become slightly heavier than it was. I pull her head closer, as a way of telling her to do it. Our foreheads collided, she's breathing even heavier. "You okay?" I ask. She gives me a small nod in return. She leans in and presses her soft lips against mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach as she did this, there was a thought of heaven running through my mind in the brief moment we kissed.

We pull away and instantly lock eyes. I want to kiss her again so badly, but I don't know if she wanted that. I drag my hand down her back until I met her slim waist. She will make one hell of a model one day, and I can't wait to see it. She looks down at my lips. Desperate for another kiss.

I lean in faster than before, making sure I used a ton of pressure to match the way I was feeling. I felt my soul lift. She's perfect in every way. I never thought kissing a co-star would make me feel so loved and joyful.

I pull away and nod to see if she's alright, i was taken away completely as she jumps straight back into my lips. She's okay. My heart fluttered. Sure this could just be a fan girl thing, most of the fans I've slept with have done this before, but this feels different. She didn't fan girl when she saw me, she didn't freak out screaming, or telling her friends. She was just completely chill. Somethings telling me she's not a fan at all. Which makes my life easier.

I squeeze her waist every few seconds. I want her to know it's all alright and she was doing okay with everything, that she wasn't hurting me or making me uncomfortable. I also did it to check if she was okay, I know she panics. I could hear it in her voice earlier. I could get used to this. The feeling of making sure someone's alright instead of assuming they are because they look like they are. The feeling of having someone to make sure their alright.

I pull away and allow my hand to travel up her spine. I felt her shiver at the touch, creating goosebumps and causing her hairs to stand up. She was so...normal. I loved it. I think I might love her? It's too early to tell though.

She looks down at my lips and smirks, "what's so funny?" I laugh, leaning in to peck her gorgeous freckled forehead. "Nothing" she giggles, with her red flustered face. She falls into my chest and I wrap my arms around her. She's so adorable. I could cuddle her like this till the day I die. We both share a quiet laugh.

I don't think I've ever met a person who makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. I've had girlfriends, but none of them have ever made me feel like this. It's like she was meant to come into my life. It's like we were meant to meet. She's so beautiful and elegant in everything she does. Even when she's annoyed, angry, anxious, and happy. She really does do everything perfectly. I don't think anything could change my mind about the way I see her.

I never used to believe when people said, 'sometimes a home isn't 4 walls, it's a person', but now? I believe them with my whole heart and soul. She's too good for me and I know it, but I could see myself with her in 70 years time, sat on a porch, watching our grandkids play.

It seems rather far fetched. I know something will fuck up this feeling, and I'm not ready to find out. All I want is her. I think we're meant to be in another universe. This feeling is too warm to have not experienced it before in another life.

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Damnnn. It's getting real.