The Only One || h.s.

12. Waiting

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*Bella's POV*

I sat on the counter with Harry standing right in between my legs. I'm holding my breath trying to figure out what he's going to do.

"I know that if I were to put my hand here," he put his hand on my thigh, just above my knee and squeezed. "You'll become short of breath."

He was right. I struggled to catch my breath. It seams like I never can breathe when he's around.

"I know that you're really ticklish on your sides." I quickly put my hands on my sides to stop him from his plan. My efforts were useless as he pulled my hands away and poked my sides. I couldn't control my laughter. His grin grew wider with every fit of laughter.

"I know that you love to play with my hair." He was completely right. I love his hair, but not as much as I love him.

He grabbed my hands and set them in his curls. I started to run my fingers through his hair. His eyes shut as I continued to run my hands through his hair. "I know that you love when I play with your hair." I spoke softly to him.

"There's one more thing I know about you." He opened his eyes and looked straight into my brown ones. I took in a shaky breath. What was he going to say? What was it going to be about? My odd love of braiding his hair? I doubt that because he already said that I love playing with his hair. Was it going to be about me loving listening to him sing? Maybe how he loves when I sing to him. Was he going to say what I think he was going to say?

"I know that you're sitting here waiting for me," why is he pausing? Please, for the love of God Harry, finish your sentence. Preferably quick. "To kiss you." After he finished he pulled me closer to him. He did exactly what I've been waiting for him to do.

He kissed me.

Harry Edward Styles was kissing me! I let him and pulled his hair making him groan. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

I didn't want to ruin this moment by saying something wrong, but I had to know what was going through his mind.

"Why? What? How?" I couldn't get me thoughts together to ask him a simple question. "How long have you felt this way about me?"

"Ever since I met you. I thought that I shouldn't be feeling this way because you're my best friend and you don't think that way about your friends. I only dated Connie to try and change my mind. It's you. It's always been you." I nearly melted at his words.

"I felt the same way. I thought you didn't like me. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to leave me. I'd rather have you as a friend instead of losing you. Even though it killed me seeing you with other girls." I confess to him.

"Well you're not going to have to suffer anymore because I've found my one and only girl. The only one for me." I couldn't help myself from pulling him to me and kissing him again. He pulled me closer by my hips and I couldn't help but laugh because I'm extremely ticklish. He just smiled at me and moved down to my neck.

"Harry." He hummed against my neck and pulled away to look at me.

"What's wrong?" He looked into my eyes. I peered at the bruises and small scratches on his face from yesterday.

"I want to know what happened yesterday. How everything happened, in school and after." His face fell into a frown and he took a few steps back. I was sad to not be in contact with him anymore. I didn't expect him to react like this.

"I'll tell you what happened," he spoke sincerey. "If you make me pancakes." I sighed and hopped off the counter.

"I'll make you pancakes if you kiss me first." He grinned and moved towards me. When his lips met mine it was like fire. I never wanted it to stop, but sadly I had to be a human being and breathe at some point. Damn lungs. He pulled away breathlessly. He stares into my eyes for quite some time before pulling away.

"Now make me my pancakes." He smiled as he walked into the living room while I turned on the stove.

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After Harry and I finished our pancakes we moved to the living room to have our conversation. I took a seat on the couch and Harry sat down next to me. Once he was situated be put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Alright, spill." He chuckled at my choice of words and looked down at me.

"Okay. Here's what happened."

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Author's note

Cliff hanger!! Sorry about that.