*3rd person perspective
They met the next day in an empty hallway. While they walked towards each other, she prayed no one would enter the hallway, and intrude their moment. When they reached each other they both looked up, and their gazes locked.
"Hi" he said, breaking the silence.
"Hi" she responded.
"Hey, about yesterday; I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No, it's.. Not at all, it's all good." she said, trying to sound as lowkey as possible, but the nervous tremor in her voice made it impossible.
He sat down on the table beside them, and leaned back on his arms. She stood facing him.
"It's funny how we'we never really talked when we'we had biology together for two years." he said.
"Yeah. Sure." She said. "I think..." -but he interrupted her, by wrapping his right leg around her left leg, slowly, yet very confidently, pushing her towards him. She now stood in between his legs. Dumbfounded.
"I know you like me Kathy." his voice had no trace of doubt. "And I want you to know that I like you too."
She was still frozen. Unable to say anything. It was understandable though. This would have taken anybody by surprise. Especially because it's Harry Walsh. He was never one to surround himself with girls. He was private, and very particulate about his romances. No one really knew anything about that part of his life. Not even his closest friends. But perhaps that is just plainly because love of any kind, has any no interest to them if it doesn't come with blond, hair blue eyes and forgetting their name the next day. He wasn't like that. He was sentimental. And God did she sometimes wish she could know with who. But no matter; now it was her turn.
Something moved her to touch his neck. Graze his jawline. He pushed her even closer, and she lost balance and tripped a little bit. She stood impossibly close to him now, and whispered as she had done the night before into the dark. ".......Harry."
He kissed her. So soft and so gentle. She relished it, and would think of this kiss many times in the future.
She broke the kiss.
"What's happening?" she asked confused. He began to laugh.
"What's that kind of a question?" he asked and laughed more.
"I'm sorry" she then said, and began to laugh herself. It was a stupid question and she had said it aloud by mistake.
He then kissed her again, but now only swiftly; he then said: "After class tomorrow, meet me in by the basement. Okay?"
She thought. Or maybe she didn't. Maybe she just needed a few seconds to stare into the air and make it seem like she was considering his offer when in reality she wanted to scream yes.
"Yes alright" she said. Softly, so as not to alarm him of her eagerness.
Her head was racing. What the fuck is happening?
***
The class was over, she put her things in her bag and left. To the basement. She had never really gone there, so she were very curious. And down the stairs she went, until she stood in front of a door. Suddenly Harry stood behind her. She flinched and froze. He turned her around by the waist. Then he said "Wanna go in". "Sure," she said nervously. Still facing him, he pressed his chest against her to reach the handle. The door opened. She almost trembled in, but managed to keep her balance. She put her bag down, and looked around. Nothing much, just a basement. Harry followed right behind her.
