Twinning

Chapter 16

I open my closet door and stare in at my clothes. I don't know what to wear. Should I dress up or simply wear a sweat shirt? I'm probably stressing way too much about this, he's seen me when I looked my best and when I've looked horrifying. I take a deep breath and grab a fancy-ish shirt. It's red and the back is cut out pretty low and it has lace on it but it's not like completely fancy, so I think it's a good shirt. And, just in case, I grab my cheer jacket as well and throw on some jeans.

After I put on a little bit of makeup, I look at the clock. 5:45. I'll be a little early, but I head to his house, anyway.

My stomach is uneasy as I head over, I've never really felt this way before. I tap on my steering wheel nervously while I drive and take a deep breath. Just chill. You've known him forever, calm down. I pull up to his house and park the car out front. 5:50. That's not too early, so I head up to the door. Before I ring the doorbell, I take some time to collect myself. I try to tame the butterflies in my stomach and I finally knock on the door. It takes a moment but someone finally answers the door. I look down at his shoes to make sure it's Harry.

"Hello, love." He smiles warmly and looks me up and down. He's wearing jeans and a button up, so I guess I dressed up perfectly. I immediately feel comfortable taking off my jacket and I turn to lay it on the couch. "Well, someone's showing some skin tonight!" He smirks as he inches over to me. I can't help but laugh at his sly comment and I turn to face him.

"Am I not allowed?" I giggle a bit and he closes the gap between us. His hands slide around my waist and his fingertips delicately explore my exposed back.

"You just keep getting sexier, don't you?" He smirks and presses his forehead to mine. I stare up into his eyes and his hands finally settle in the small of my back. His fingertips send sparks throughout my body and I can't help but melt into him. We stand like this for a minute before he pulls away. "I'm ordering pizza. The usual?" He asks casually. I nod and he grabs the phone, meanwhile I walk to the couch and plop down. Harry finishes his order and then slowly sits down beside me. His eyes soak in my appearance and he smirks again. This makes me feel all giddy inside and I just readjust and stare back at him. Before I know it, Harry grabs me and begins tickling me. He's ruthless and I just can't stop laughing. I'm crazy ticklish and I kick and scream, but he won't stop. I feel like I can't breath and I try my hardest to push him away, but of course he won't stop.

Finally I pull away from him and sit on the total opposite side of the couch. He slowly scoots closer and closer and I just glare at him through the corner of my eye. He smiles,

"Jen." His low raspy voice begins in a mocking tone. "Do you love me?" He asks, jokingly as he wraps his arm around the backside of me, resting his arm on the arm of the chair. He's invading my personal space completely but I just feel a spark. His face is centimeters from mine and I turn to look at him but then lean back slowly. He only leans forward with me and a smirk slides across his lips. He readjusts so he can easily lean down farther and I finally stop pulling away from him. It's gonna happen again. I can see it in his eyes, he's not scared anymore. I can tell for sure that he's ready.

"Get a room." Harry and I immediately look up, snapping out of our own little world, to see Marcel. He stares blankly at me and Harry climbs off of me slowly.

"What do you want?" I ask him, annoyed.

"For you two to get a room and do this in private."

"What do you mean 'do this'?" Harry inquires. Sitting back beside me. Marcel just raises an eyebrow and gives me a condescending look.

"I'm a virgin, and you know that!" I protest. He obviously has no interest in arguing with me so he shoos me off and walks away into another part of the house. As soon as he walks away I'm left to sit here and think. Harry just sits beside me, looking defeated.