Prologue: The Beginning
{ Elizabeth's POV }
"Harry do I really have to walk you all the way up there?" I practically whine, extending all to emphasize my laziness. Lifting my self from the drivers seat I close the door and stand still waiting in case I'm off the hook.
"Please?" He pouts his lips out slowly taking my hand into his palm, sending tiny shivers to crawl my spine. I thought for a moment contemplating in my mind if I should.
Moments later I answered. ".. Ugh fine." I gave in looking into his glossy emerald eyes, my attention no longer at his eyes but now at his pink-plump lips.
He doesn't say a word. Almost as if he had planned it..
His foot steps carried on, his hand still holding mine we reached his front porch.
His house was a small decent sized house with a drive through and garage. Taking his keys from his jeans pocket he inserts the key and unlocks the door. I stay planted on the porch, suddenly nervous as to what to do, stay? Or proceed on?
As Harry walks inside I couldn't help but bring the thought to my self, This was the first time I've been to his house. Out all the times we hanged out, since I moved here from paris.
He's a really nice guy and he's really cute. But why me? I mean, out of all the girls at west hill university he picked me? But there so many other girls who have more to give than I do.
"Don't just stand there, come in." He lightly chuckled, taking a step further into his house I closed the door behind me as I enter. The lights then become much clear to see revealing his living room, Slowly making my way to the hallway, that I assumed he left to, I call his name. "Harry?"
I looked around in hope to find him, since he does have the tendency of creeping up on me at random times just to get a laugh out of my scare.
I groan in failure on not finding him. Walking down the hallway I looked through the rooms not finding him. Where the fuck did he go?
As I get closet to the end of the hallway someone suddenly pinned me to the wall laying there lips with mine; unevenly due to lack of lighting. I was stunned for a moment before automatically kissing back. I knew who it was, Harry.
Feeling the cliché fireworks everyone feels describes it to be, I could finally say it wasn't fire works. They were flames, raging flames. A sweet taste of desire, my body slightly shaking from his touch he gripped my waist with one hand and the other around my lower back. Slithering my fingers up to his curls I gently tugged at them. A throaty groan slipped from his lips as he kissed me back roughly, hungrily, and impatient.
Letting me know he liked it.
Unsatisfied I continued the kiss but only for him to pull away leaving me heated, and angered.
Biting my lip nervously I had no clue what was going to happen next. A smirk pulled on his lips noticing I had enjoyed the tiny snog.
"Tst, tst, tst," his eyes grew darker. "That's only making it worse." He whispers in a growling tone, his hot breath brushing my lips. Pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear making me whimper at little contact.
I had felt that if I bit my lips harder I'll bust it open, wait how am I making it worse?
Before I knew it he had pulled me into a room, assuming it's his, closing the door behind him. Still in a bit of shock I had to admit it, I did like it.. though I'm not suppose to!
