One Direction Book

Kissing Practice - ✨Harry✨

(This was a requested series! This will be in preferences even though it's one chapter each. I'd prefer this than one huge preference chapter.

Enjoy!)

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Your POV:

"Hey, Harry?" I called timidly as I stood stiff at the doorway of the kitchen. My curly-haired boyfriend looked up at me from cutting vegetables. "Yeah?" He asked, his green eyes looking at me, giving me his undivided attention, though his eyes were filled with annoyance and sadness.

Taking a shaky breath, the memory of our small fight from earlier replaying like a broken record in my mind. I had denied another kiss... Sure, we've kissed at least once or twice, but those were just simple pecks... Harry wanted more. He took it personally and thought I didn't trust him or love him and he decided to break the argument and take his frustrations out on whatever he could get his hands on in the kitchen.

I stepped into the kitchen, nervousness and shame filling my body. Deep breath in, deep breath out... "I wanna admit something to you that I probably should have earlier," I said, making my way to the kitchen island to sit on a stool. Harry's brows furrowed and he kinda tilted his head to the side.

"I've never kissed someone before and I don't wanna disappoint you with my inexperience," I blurted out so quickly even Eminem wouldn't stand a chance against how fast I spoke.

Telling by the look on Harry's face, he caught what I said as his eyes instantly softened and his face kinda dropped. He didn't say anything as he set the knife down on the cutting board before walking around the island to get to me. His hands took the backing of the seat and turned me to face him, before he pushed my legs apart to stand between them.

Harry gently cupped my face, pressing a kiss to my forehead before maneuvering his hands so he could wrap his arms around my waist. He cradled me into his chest, "I'm sorry for yelling at you," He whispered softly, "I hate arguing with you, Kitten," His hand started to stroke my back lovingly, "If you'd told me sooner I would've taught you how."

I blushed at his words and curled into his embrace, nuzzling my nose into his jumper, being sure to take a deep inhale of his warm, soothing scent. My arms wrapped around his torso, my hands bunching up some of his sweater in tight fists, pulling him closer.

There was silence for a few moments as we let the tension of our argument fade from the atmosphere of the flat. It wasn't awkward, it was more of a soothing, comfortable; almost relieving quiet, the embrace only making it feel more and more like home.

Harry gently shifted back in our cuddle to look down at me. His eyes were slightly glossy and he had a blush on his face. Before I could ask him why he was staring at me, he leaned down and pressed a tiny peck to my lips and connected our foreheads together right after.

My blush intensified at the gentle affection, but I remained quiet. Harry gently nuzzled the tip of his nose against mine, tickling me, earning himself a small giggle from my lips. He gave me a closed-mouthed grin, his cute dimples barely poking out at the noise.

"How about I finish up some lunch and after we can start some kissing practice?" Harry asked softly, making me swallow thickly over the nervous lump in my throat. "We don't have to if you don't want to, Kitten, we can always just wait until you're ready," He murmured, probably sensing my nervousness as he fluttered his eyes closed, waiting for an answer, nuzzling my nose again.

I was ready, but I was scared.

"What if I'm a bad kisser?" I asked softly, suddenly feeling pathetic as my question came out shakier than I thought it would. Harry opened his eyes and pulled back more to cup my face. He towered over me, his slim, lean, six-foot-tall physique being instantly imitating for me. "Then, we'll just have to practice more often," He said softly, moving one of his hands away to boop my nose, punctuating his sentence with the playful tap to the tip of my nose.