Light Me Up [H.S]

17

Harry held my gaze as I stepped so close to him, we were almost touching. I understood that he didn't want to be the reason for my relationship ending, but he wasn't. I was going to be that reason. The way he protected me from the talk of abuse was a sign that he knew something rare and meaningful about me.

He was very clearly trying to keep his composure, holding back and observing me. But I sensed how he was faltering and before I knew what happened, our lips were interlocked. He kissed me softly and gently as his hands slid around my waist. The embers in my chest flared into flames, as his lips slotted perfectly between mine, every kiss deeper than the last. I laced my arms around his neck, gently running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He tightened his grip on my waist, pressing me closer to him while he skillfully let his tongue find mine, gently swiping it over my lips first. I caught myself smiling against his lips from the pure pleasure of feeling his lips on mine. It was like listening to a song that builds in intensity, and you're waiting for the drop, but the melody keeps building until everything stops and then the beat drops, leaving a sense of euphoria behind. 

I couldn't tell how long we were in his room, but at the sound of Morgan's voice close by, I stepped back and created some distance between us. He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth as if he was making sure not to miss the last taste of me before it evaporated. I smiled at him and took a deep breath to steady myself, definitely getting caught up in the moment. He smirked at me, just as Morgan burst through the door. 

"Here you are! Jeez, couldn't find you. I was scared you got lost." Morgan looked at me, and it was very obvious that she sensed something, because she looked straight at Harry and arched an eyebrow. "Am I interrupting something?" 

"No," he said putting on his most innocent expression. I shrugged as I looked at Harry, immediately wishing I hadn't, because he had a cheeky smirk on his face that made me giggle. Morgan whipped her head back to look at me. I shook my head and pressed my lips together.

"That hoodie looks ridiculous," Morgan said while she studied me.

"I know," I said and wrapped my arms around myself, really struggling to keep a foolish smile off my face. "But it does the job."

"Apparently. Your cheeks and lips are all red. It must be a nice, warm hoodie indeed," she arched an eyebrow at me. Harry couldn't stop himself from laughing, immediately putting him on the receiving end of Morgan's evil glare. "You two have five seconds to come clean or I'll jump right the fuck to conclusions."

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and mirrored his sister's evil glare, and for a moment it was painfully obvious how alike they were. Stubborn, beautiful people.

"I kissed Harry!" I exclaimed holding my hands in the air like I was ready to be arrested. Morgan slowly turned and looked at me with a frozen expression on her face. I couldn't read her and automatically held my breath, waiting for some kind of reaction.