Wishes (H.S)

Something Great.

Harry's POV.

"Listen, Harry. You don't want to try and see what I'm capable of. I won't hesitate to go over there and tell her absolutely everything. You're a fucking sick bastard and I won't hold back at all." Ashley spits, giving me an evil-ass grin.

"How did you even find out?" I ask.

"I have my connections, and I'm not stupid. I could see right through you"

"I'm not afraid of you, Ashley. I'm more capable of what you think, and just trust me, I won't hold back." I say through my teeth.

She laughs, stepping towards me to Kenny's bed.

"You are so whipped by this.. This naive shitbag, that you are defending her?"

"Just fucking leave her alone, alright?" I spit. She smirks, tilting her head to the side.

"What is going on with you, Harry? Are you in love?" She laughs.

I'm not in love. I can't be. I've never been- or ever will be- in love. I just.. I don't know. I have absolutely no idea of what my feelings are towards her, nor do I know if I am able to deal with it. I just, don't know what is happening to me.

"I'm not in love. I don't love. It's bullshit, and you know it." I roll my eyes.

"Really? Because if I don't recall, you would just fuck a girl and leave her to pick up the pieces you broke, and that's clearly not the case with her." She raise her brow.

"I haven't even fucked her yet, so it should make sense." What am I saying?

"Exactly. You're going to get inside her pants, leave her, and go to the next girl. It's what you always do." she crosses her arms over her chest.

"I have to get going." I ignore her remark, picking up my car keys from Kenny's bedside table.

"Kiss me." Ashley says and my head snaps towards her. What the actual fuck?

"What?"

"I said kiss me. Or I'll go down there and tell your pretty little princess about your.." she stops, grinning at me. " let's just say, I'm not afraid to use my mouth."

"You've never been afraid to use your mouth." I snark at her. She knows exactly what I mean.

"Try me."

"I'm not kissing you." I say through clenched teeth. I'm not kissing her while I'm here with Kenny. I'm never kissing her again. It was a mistake from the beginning.

"Kiss. Me." She begs, backing me up until I fall on the bed.

"Ashley get the fuck away from me." I spit.

"Do it, or I swear to god I will go over there." She warns. I squint my eyes, cringe my nose, and finally lean in to kiss her. I was planning on it to be as fast as possible, but of course she wrapped her arms around my neck, forcing my body to hers while her tongue push past my lips that I tried to remain closed.

How the hell did "Stay away from Kenny" go to this?

She pushes me down, rubbing herself against me. I have to get away from this. She's making me sick, and I feel even more sick knowing that if she continues it will turn me on.

I hear keys fall, and both of our heads snaps up. My eyes widen as I see Kenny, and it looks like she wants to cry. My heart is in my stomach as she turns around, running out the door. I push Ashley off of me, running after her. I can't let her leave thinking I don't care about her, when I know, I do.

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Kenny's POV.

Harry and I finish our dinner, I ordered some kind of chicken stew and Harry ordered pasta. This is the nicest evening we've had so far, just eating and enjoying each others company. As soon as we're done, Harry reaches for the bottle wine. He opens it, pouring each of us a glass.

"Is this okay?" He asks and it reminds me so much of Anne, when she told us that she and Robin is getting married. I wonder when the wedding will be..

"Yea, it's perfect." I smile, bringing the glass to my lips. I mentally cringe at the bitterness of it, but smile just to keep the mood light. I don't want to offend Harry or even say something that will bring us to another argument.

"This is horrible." Harry cringes, holding the glass at arms length away from him. I can't help but giggle at how cute he looks right now.

"Thank goodness you think so too," I laugh, putting the glass back on the table.

"I'm so sorry." He says, and I assume he's apologising for the wine, but as I look in his eyes I see more. "I have no valid excuse for today, and I'm really sorry that I hurt you that way. Seeing you cry in front of me," he looks down, shaking his head lightly. "I never want to see that again. And I know you were crying because of me, so it made it so much worse. I don't want you to cry because of me, I don't want you to be disappointed in me. I don't want you to feel like I don't care about you, because Kenny, I do. I really do."

I hope my mouth isn't hanging on the floor. My heart is beating out of my chest as he reaches over, wiping a single tear from my face that I wasn't even aware of.

"That's the only tears I want to see. Happy tears. Proud tears. Tears of joy and laughter. That's all I ever want to see from you that involves making you cry." He runs thumb over my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

"I care about you, too." I say, my voice in a whisper. He releases a breath, almost like he's relieved. How could he not know this?

"Kenny, I.. I have never.. I.." he stumbles with words. I need him to finish that sentence.

"What, Harry?" I ask, lifting his chin up slightly so his eyes could meet mine. Once again I'm in a trace, lost in his beautiful emerald green orbs.

"I've never felt this way.. about anyone." He says, almost embarrassed. How can he be embarrassed? I knew that I felt this way, I knew that I've never felt this strongly about anyone. I knew from the first time he kissed me.

"Harry, I have never felt this way about anyone either." I say, staring into his eyes. His pupils delay, and I see a trace of hope in them.

He suddenly stands up, walking over to me. He kneels down, placing his hands on my thighs, sending shock waves through my body. Even with the slightest touch.

"I want you, no- I need you, Kenny." He says, keeping one hand on my thigh and the other one cup my cheek. My heart hasn't stop beating rapidly, and I wonder if he can hear it.

"I want to try, to try to be with you. For real." Okay, this time, I know my jaw dropped. "Please?"

All I can do now, is show him how badly I want him, how badly I need to feel his touch and his arms around me. How badly I want to feel his lips on mine, and that's exactly what I do.

His breath is hot against my lips, and as my lips make contact with mine, he releases a relieved sigh, and the taste of mint and a hint of the wine is tasted as I glide my tongue over his bottom lip- begging him to kiss me.

His lips start to move against mine, his tongue begging for entrance. He holds my waist as his tongue roams my mouth, my hands moving to his hair. This time, the kiss feels so different. So better, and it just has a feeling of certainty to it- the feeling that I know now that Harry feels the same.

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A/N:

I AM F.R.E.A.K.I.N.G OUT OMFGGVSJDIDH I JUST FOUND OUT THAT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE AUTHOTS' BOOKS ARE GOING TO BE MADE INTO A MOVIE HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!!

THE BOOK IS CALLED AFTER AND IF YOU HAVENT READ IT IM MENTALLY JUDGING YOU BC WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE IF YOU HAVENT READ AFTER YET no I'm kidding I love my pizzas

Okay, anyway, my exams are going.. well.. alright, I guess..? We'll see :/

Let's just say, I haven't done much studying bc I'm reading too many fanfics and omfg pls send help

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