The Girl Next Door

Inspiration For 'Kiss You'?

I didn't even bother to leave my stuff at home after school the next day. I went to Harry's straight away, wanting to get this entire 'charade' over with.

I walked to his door, leaning on the doorbell.

"Come on in. It's open!" I heard him screaming trough the cracked window. I ringed the bell again, giggling. "It's open!!!" I didn't care. Instead I let my finger press the bell until he finally opened the door.

"I said it was open." he leanded on  the door frame, his hair sticking out in every direction.

"Yeah," I pushed him with my hand. "I don't really care." I stepped inside the huge house, nearly getting dizzy. "If I ever doubted your 'superpopstarship', I don't now."

"Ain't much, but it's home." he nodded his shoulders as I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just get this over with." he shaked his head, adjusting his hair. He walked me to the next room. It's entire side was covered in a glass window. I dropped my bag on the black leather couch in front of it, collapsing  next to it.

He peered behind the curtain of the glass wall. "I already 'anonymously' tipped the paparazzi," I couldn't help but chuckle. "so they should be here in about five minutes."

"I don't even have a sarcastic comment to this." I walked up next to him. "How are we going to do this," I stopped, trying not to barf. "The making out thing?"

"You're asking me like I'm a pro at this."

"I thought you have been owning the definition of womaniser since 1994, or whatever year the world's been a sad place."

"Well, I- Oh, they're here." he excitedly said, heading towards me until he was standing an inch and a half away from my face.

"So that means we should..." you could literally cut the awkwardness with a knife.

"Kind of." he continued.

"And how are we going to..." he awkwardly put his hands on my hips. If the paparazzi weren't looking, I'd jump out the window by now. 

"Put your arms around my neck." he whispered. I yelped and did what he asked. I felt his heartbeat trough his chest.

"Now what?"

"Close your eyes."

"Please don't kill me." I wasn't sure if I was joking.

"Trust me." he grinned.

"That's a whole lot to ask of me, Popstar." I closed my eyes, feeling the cameras already flashing trough the giant window. Now I know why did he want to do this here. Everybody could see everything. Everything.

I felt my heart pounding in my neck and my cheeks blushing. I was pretty sure I looked like a crab by now. I felt his warm breath and his curls all over my face. One of his huge, giant hands rose up from my hip to the back of my neck, making me shiver. He finally put his lips on mine. The cameras didn't seem to stop flashing.

"When will this be over?"

I opened my eyes for a second, finding his completely closed. He let go of my lips only to do the same thing over and over again, biting them, kissing them... I felt like I was on a cloud. A storm cloud to be exact. If I didn't know this was pretend, I'd think he likes me. He only stopped for a second to close the curtains for a bit. He said it seems more natural to the paps that way. He started walking backwards, and I had no choice but to follow him until we fell over the couch.

"Ouch." I grasped for air.

"You're not a bad kisser, you know?"

"You're terrible yourself." I smiled. I threw him away from me, sitting up.

"Do you want to watch a movie? If you go home now, people will think it's suspicious." I sighed. "So that's a yes." he went to the giant flat screen in front of us, digging trough a pile of DVDs. "What do you want to watch? 'Titanic', 'Love Actually', 'Marley and Me'..."

"Do you have 'Saw' or something like that?"

"I've got 'Silent Hill'..."

"Yes!" I was standing on the edge of the couch, my eyes sparkling from excitement.

"Are you sure you're a girl?" he put the DVD in the player and sat next to me, putting his arms around me.

"They can't see us anymore, you know?"

"You don't know that." I moved his arm from my shoulder and into his lap.

"Let's pretend."

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"I don't think there was enough blood." I said once the movie finished.

"We should get you checked." he nodded, going to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" he screamed.

"Water from the Amazon!"

"I have Pepsi from Tesco's!"

"Close enough." he threw a can my way, sitting next to me. He opened his Pepsi, and mananged to spill it all over me.

"This just confirms my theory of you being a complete idiot."

"I'm sorry." he took off his grey shirt. "Here."

"Ahhh!" I covered my eyes. "Stop flashing me!!! And you have four nipples?!" 

"One of my many good sides." I took the shirt out of his tattoo covered arms. 

"Star, birdcage, 'A', 'won't stop till we surrender'?" I tilted my head, viewing his body. "You're either sentimental or crazy."

"The bathroom's down the hall to the left if you want to change." he smiled.

"The window is straight up if you want to jump." we both stuck our tongues out. 

I walked into the bathroom. There was a 'Brit' award on the shelf behind the toilet.

"Real modest." I thought. 

"You look stunning. I mean you're not the hottest person to ever wear that, but..." he said when I walked out in his shirt. 

"Don't flatter yourself, Styles." I slammed the front door, getting my bag on the way. 

When I came home, I did my best trying to hide Harry's shirt from my mom. A baggy V- neck with 'lover' written on it doesn't really say 'Yeah, mom, I got spilled in school and this is what my biology teacher gave me to wear'.