Unlikely (H.S.)

sixteen

~Harry~

"Harper, can I kiss you?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavier than I expected, loaded with anticipation.

She nodded, and I noticed the way her breath caught, her chest rising just slightly. The subtle shift in her expression and the way her eyes softened, told me she was ready. As I leaned in, I felt my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. The first touch of my lips to hers was gentle, almost hesitant—like testing the waters. Her lips were soft, and that initial contact sent a shiver down my spine, sparking something electric that seemed to radiate from the point of our connection. When I deepened the kiss, everything around us faded away. My lips pressed more firmly against hers, finding a rhythm that felt both instinctive and right. I brought my hand up to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing lightly over her skin. The warmth of her beneath my palm grounded me, making it easier to lose myself in the moment. The kiss started sweet, almost exploratory, but quickly grew more intense. There was a perfect balance in the way we moved together—passionate yet tender. It was enough to make my head spin, as if I was floating in this bubble of warmth and connection. My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, memorizing the feel of her, wanting to savour every second. Every sensation was heightened—the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body close to mine, and the subtle taste of her that lingered even after we slowly pulled away. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of a deep connection that had been building between us. It was more than just a kiss; it was a declaration of what we both felt but hadn't fully expressed until now.

When we finally broke apart, I could still taste her on my lips, a sweet reminder of the moment we'd just shared. I opened my eyes to see hers still closed, a content smile playing on her lips. When she finally looked at me, there was a sparkle in her eyes that matched the one I felt inside. For a moment, we just stayed there, our foreheads touching, breathing in sync as if the world had shrunk down to just the two of us. But then reality crept back in. I pulled away slightly, glancing around and realizing we were in public. The world seemed to rush back into focus, and I could see people walking by, lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the fact that we'd just shared such an intimate moment. It made me smile, but also brought a bit of self-consciousness with it.

Shit.

How could I do this to her?

I've just served her up on a silver platter to the fucking internet.

I need to focus on this though, fuck. Stop it.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," I admitted, my voice still a little breathless from the intensity of it all, pushing down the thoughts of error I felt.

"Me too," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with warmth. We stayed like that for a moment longer, savouring the closeness, the connection that felt so natural between us. But as I pulled back a little more, I noticed her glancing around, the same thought crossing her mind.

"You're right," I said, catching on quickly and letting out a small laugh. "Kissing in public... probably not the best idea."

She let out a nervous laugh of her own. "Yeah, I just—" She trailed off, and we both realized that no one seemed to be paying us any mind. The people around us were going about their day, completely unaware of what had just happened.

I looked around again, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I think we're safe," I said, my tone teasing. "But maybe we should be a little more careful."

A wave of relief seemed to wash over her, mixed with the thrill of what had just happened. "Agreed," she said, her voice a bit steadier now.

I reached for her hand again, letting my fingers intertwine with hers like it was the most natural thing in the world.