Wishes (H.S)

Stole My Heart.

Kenny's POV.

I break the kiss, holding Harry's face between my hands, staring into his beautiful eyes. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are filled with lust and desire. An incredible sight.

"Kenny talk to me," Harry begs and I realise I've just been staring.

"Harry, I want this to work. I do, I really do, but how? How are we going to make this work if you don't even believe in this kind of stuff? We constantly fight, we're so different. We can't be around each other for more than ten minutes without wanting to pull each others hair out. We don't even know each other that long and-" I'm cut off with Harry's lips gently touching mine in a sweet, soft kiss.

"I know, I know I can be a real dick sometimes and I know I can be hard to handle. And for god sakes you drive me absolutely insane," he chuckles, and I lift my brow. "But despite all of that, I know I can't be without you. I tried to brush it off as a phase but I couldn't. From that moment in the parking lot where I saw you the first time I knew you were different. Yea, okay we haven't known each other for more than two months tops, but I care for you. I do, and I want you to know that."

"Wow," is all I can manage to say. "Since when did you become a poet?"

"The real question is," he chuckles. "Since when are you speechless?"

"I don't talk that much!" I swat his arm, giggling. "I like this colour on you, by the way." I say, pointing to his red shirt. The first few buttons are undone and a part of his chest is shown.

"Really?" He raises a brow, looking down at his shirt.

"Yea, it looks nice."

"You just want to see my nipple." He smirks, covering his chest with his hands. I love this playful side of him. I don't see it too often.

"I can't really deny that." I giggle.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He asks, reaching out to put a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't know.. I don't want this night to be over yet." I answer honestly.

"Me neither."

His phone rings and he groans, pulling it out of his tight jeans.

"Yea?.... no.... well I don't know.... I'm kind of busy right now..... I thought I told you that I'm done with this....fine." He disconnects the call, running his hand over his face in frustration.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yea, uhm.. I totally forgot about this party at the club tonight." He says, standing up. It feels as if the entire moment is now gone in a matter of a few seconds. That's what I was afraid of..

"Oh."

"Yea, so we should probably go."

"Mm." I mumble, grabbing my purse. I wonder what that call was about. He seemed annoyed by the person and now it's like he's a totally different person. He leads me towards his car and I get inside, without bothering to wait for him to open the door.

"Are you mad?" He asks once he's inside the car.

"No, I'm not mad. I'm just confused." I answer, leaning my head against the window. It's still raining, not so heavily though.

"Why?"

"You're seriously asking me why I'm confused?" I look over at him. "One moment you're telling me how much I mean to you and the next you're acting like a different person."

"I'm not acting like a different person." He says, staring at the road.

"Sure."

"Look, I don't want to start a fight with you right now."