[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"]
Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection.
Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
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Ugh, fantastic. They hate the tracks, I hate the tracks—what a surprise. Honestly, I'm past caring about the tracks. The real kicker? The only thing I can't stop thinking about is that I kissed someone who's about to commit to someone else for eternity. Brilliant move on my part, right? I'm basically a walking soap opera. Now, I'm left with no choice but to do the one thing I've been avoiding like the plague: I need to talk to him.
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So guess where i am? Correct! Congratulations, you're right (or wrong I have no idea since this is not some live reality show but my real life) I'm pounding on Harry's door like my life depends on it. Finally, after what feels like forever, he swings it open, looking annoyed and worried.
"Noa! You're gonna get me evicted," he scolds, pulling me inside hastily.
"I don't care!" I snap back.
"Well, you should care," he says casually, which just pisses me off.
"Harry! You kissed me!" I blurt out, frustration boiling over. He stops, his back turned to me, taking in my words in silence. "You're engaged, and you kissed me!" I repeat, breathless as if I'd just run a marathon. I've been keeping this whole kiss thing bottled up, and it's killing me. "It's
so wrong!" I yell, desperate for him to say something before I lose my mind.
He turns to face me, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Did it feel wrong?"
My heart races. I wasn't expecting that response. He steps closer, and I instinctively back up until I hit the wall. "Harry..." I begin, my voice trembling.
"Did it?" he insists, his voice low and intense, making it hard to think clearly. His hair is damp, like he's just stepped out of the shower, and his white t-shirt clings to him, hinting at the muscles beneath.
Trapped against the wall, breathless, his hand rests on my waist, sending shivers through my entire body. He leans in, his lips tantalizingly close. "Tell me it was wrong," he whispers. "And I won't kiss you again. We can pretend it never happened. You just have to say it felt wrong." His breath brushes my lips, and I can't tear my eyes away from his.
![[May 26th, 2016]](https://img.wattpad.com/95525053a8b23c595b6e67066ecb3703b0a68e52/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a48474f4e6f72577446457050673d3d2d313435323439393039352e313765353837313462333539636530333537313032353830343932392e6a7067?s=fit&w=720&h=720)
