Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

19. Kiss You

A/N:

Sorry I didn't give you any chapter yesterday... :/ I had soooo much homework to do and didn't have time to write chapter 19. But here it is.

Oh, and ONE DIRECTION WON A BRIT AWARD FOR GLOBAL SUCESS! THAT'S MY BOYS!

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Chapter 19

Kiss You

My mind went blank. Totally blank. All thoughts disappeared from my head, were deleted from my mind.

Harry Styles was kissing me.

Harry. Styles. Was. Kissing. Me.

He had his lips glued to mine, just touching my mouth softly and carefully. His body made my blood turn boiling and I felt myself relax a little. Oh, gosh... Why was I doing this to myself!? I had a boyfriend, for God's sake! I shouldn't be kissing this wonderful, caring and adorable boy! I shouldn't...

Oh, crap! Who cares anyways?

So I kissed him back, without any guilt at all. I felt Harry slip his soft hand behind my head, softly pulling me closer to him. A distant smell from his expensive perfume, probably from yesterday, reached my brain and I sucked it in as Harry smiled against my lips. I couldn't stop my hands from sliding up his chest and tangle themselves in his already messy, curly hair. And when he felt my hands in his hair, his grip around my head and neck hardened. His lips started moving a little faster and a little rougher. His face was all that existed in my world at that moment; not the television, not the afternoon sun that shone through the windows in the kitchen. Nothing but his soft and smooth lips were real.

Not even my cellphone, which was vibrating violently on the coffee table next to us came to my mind. I just heard a low humming noise somewhere far far way in the distant. My blood was throbbing hard in my ears, my heart just as loud and my cellphone wasn't the most important thing in my life at that moment. If it was important, they'd call again. I was busy making out with the guy of my dreams.

"Ouch!" I laughed as Harry bit me lightly in the lower lip, but didn't move away from him.

"Sorry," I heard him whisper back and felt him smile widely. His dimples were profanely clearly visible in his amazing cheeks.

My phone went silent again.

Then, just a few seconds later, it started ringing again. I sighed at it as Harry suddenly moved his hands from my neck to my waist. I didn't want to move, didn't want to stop kissing him. It felt so right, better than anything had ever felt in my entire life. But something in my stomach told me I probably should take the call.

"Harry...?" I whispered but kept kissing the British boy whose knee I was basically sitting in.

"Yeah..?"

"I think... I should... answer my phone..." Harry stopped kissing me but didn't let go of me.

"You have to?"

"Yeah, I have to."

"Why? We're having such a great time..."

"Because, Harry," I begun and shivered a little as he stroke a lock of hair from my face, "I'm supposed to be your personal assistant... Not... THIS," I laughed at him and reached for my phone on the table. "Now, shut up, will you?"

"I'll try..." he smirked at me, showing of his adorable dimples again. I gave him 'the stare' before answering.

"Jessica Warren."

"Jess!" Leon, my brother, said at the other end. We hadn't spoken since I left Stockholm almost two weeks ago.

"What has happened, Leon?"