My Bestfriend's Crush (H.S)

Eighteen

"It's just," he says his eyes fully gazing on my lips now making my insides completely jumble, "I missed a spot." He leans forward and crashes his sweet lips into mine.

His lips feel so right on mine and extra sweet considering the whipped cream residue on them. I could possibly die right now and be the happiest girl alive. I can't believe this is really happening, my heart is beating out of my chest.

I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer, if that's even possible. He sets his hands on both sides of my face, keeping his lips locked with mine, thankfully. He shuffles himself so he can bring his body closer to me but in the process I feel him sliding off the counter and soon enough is lips are separated from mine and I see him falling off and landing on his bum.

I gasp and throw my hands over my mouth to try and keep myself from laughing until I see him start giving me my cue. I hop off the counter and reach my hand out to help him up but he grabs it and pulls me down with him making us laugh even more. I move closer next to him and we both lean back against the cabinets.

"If there was any other way I could've ruined it, of course it had to be the most embarrassing way." He groans resting his head back on the cabinet and face palming.

"Yeah, that was pretty rude of you. I was actually starting to enjoy myself until you had to go losing your balance." I joke with him playfully hitting his shoulder.

He looks at me trying to hide his laugh but loses the fight, "Shit, now you'll never want to kiss me again. I ruined everything."

"I don't know if that's the case." I turn to him and reach my hand up to his cheek and pull him into my lips.

After a while I realize how wrong this is. I completely forgot about my situation because I was so caught up in the moment. I break apart from our kiss, "Shit Harry."

"What? That was amazing."

"No, I know it was, I know. But this can't happen." I sigh resting my head in my hands.

"What? Why not? Jasmine, this would be great and you know it."

"I know Harry. It's just, it can't, no matter how badly I want it to." I lift my head up from my hands and he's now in front of me looking like a sad lost puppy.

"What are you talking about?"

"I-I can't tell you." I say wanting to just ball my eyes out right now.

"Why can't you tell me? You're confusing the hell out of me right now. You don't have a boyfriend do you?"

"No, it's not that. It's just, agh I can't do this I can't." I feel the hot tears forming in my eyes. I want him so badly it hurts so much.

"Jasmine, please don't cry. Why is this so bad?" He gestures to me and him, "Are you nervous for what Niall will think or any of the other boys or something? Because you can't worry about that, they would be happy for us anyways."

"No, it's not that. Harry you don't understand." The tears are majorly threatening to make a full appearance now.

"Then help me understand, help me figure this out with you."

It's hard to look at him because every time I do the tears are almost falling.

"What's the matter?" He asks with furrowed brows.

"It's just, well," I began letting out a deep breath, "My best friend likes you." I just blurt it out. I felt like I was completely breaking girl code telling her biggest secret to the biggest secret himself.

"Okay, and?"

"Harry! That doesn't help me." I sighed shaking my head.

"Well, maybe this will." He whispers cupping my face and connecting his lips to mine.

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"I knew Blair liked me since that double date. She only kept talking to me and I was feeling awkward since I don't feel the same way for her and because I wanted her to be with Niall. It was just uncomfortable." Harry states. We are cleaning up the mess we made in the kitchen as we talk about the whole situation we have.

"I guessed it a little at the diner when she wouldn't stop staring at me, but didn't think too much into it. But what are we going to do about Niall?" He asks with sympathy spread in his eyes.

"I guess we have to keep trying to set them up the best that we can. I know Blair likes Niall, she's just too caught up in you right now and is blinded by it. The real problem is, what are we going to do about us?" I rest my head on his shoulder as I continue wiping the counter down with a wet cloth. "She will hate me forever Harry."

"We will figure it out, until then, we can see each other in secret? We are pretty good at it now aren't we?" He says lifting my chin up to him.

"Yeah, she has no clue that we are even friends."

"Friends? You're right, that make out session we had a few minutes ago had just friends written all over it." He scoffs sarcastically.

"I was saying previously just friends, this just happened give me a little time." I gesture between me and him. He has to give me a break, my brain still needs to catch up.

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret." He starts singing making me laugh. His voice actually is beautiful which I honestly didn't even see coming. I express to him how good that was and he says I'm just being nice and plays it off.

"But nah, I can keep a secret. I kept my crush for you secret ever since I first laid eyes on you." He says wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me close.

What?

"H-Harry you've had a crush on me since you first saw me?" Hearing those words even come out of my mouth is just all around mind boggling.

He tilts his head to the ground and nods, pink forming on his cheeks. I just want to grab those cheeks and kiss them all over, oh wait. I can now, oh my gosh. So that's what I do, I bring my lips to his cheek slowly.

"I've liked you since the first moment I saw you too." I admit to him, finding myself blushing as well. It's his turn to come to me and kiss my cheeks, except he leans forward and rests his lips my forehead. Then he moves to my nose slowly and so gently, then he drags his lips along my cheeks and finally to my mouth ever so sweetly. I find myself gasping as he does so because it's just such a right feeling I can't control it.

Harry Styles is now mine...kind of.
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