Roommates [h.s]

Twelve

another early update bc thursday is a busy day for us all! x

E d w a r d s

February 1st

Today was peaceful; filled with a calmed feeling in the air all day. It was his day. A smile never left my face because he was smiling; and I couldn't help but get this bubbly feeling in the pit of my gut every time he'd make eye contact with me; and I'd always look away shyly because he was so damn beautiful.

My gift to Harry was a drive to Long Island, it wasn't too long, and it was a ride filled with laughs and silly jokes. His hands would find mine at some point and he'd just mold them completely. He was so gentle in some things I didn't know what I was getting into anymore. He was another galaxy with different planets and stars; stars that weren't made of the same dust and chemicals.

My breath would always stagger every time our skin would brush, and it was agonizing. Having him so close to me, but I couldn't fucking hold him the way I wanted.

Harry proved me wrong; sort of.

When we made it to our destination, we parked our car and walked near the woods, our bodies impeccably close. Harry moved a little more closely, slowly wrapping his arm around my waist and bringing me close to him as we walked.

I blushed and felt my nose tingle in the best way, so I just stayed calm. "Happy birthday, you're the bestest best friend," I grinned up at him and saw him looking down at me; eyes warm and smile sweet, his dimples indented ever so lightly, his lip in between his teeth.

"Thanks, Vi. I can't explain how blessed I feel to have you in my life.. God I'd be lost without you," he sighed and looked in front of him as we made it to the middle of meadow. And I felt him tug me down as he say down, the grass tickling the exposed skin of my legs and back. I was about to sit on the ground but felt Harry pull me onto his lap, hands roaming around my hips lightly, carefully. I bit my lip as I avoided eye contact for a few seconds.

My hands rested on his chest as he sat back agaisnt his elbows, squinting at me with his teeth on full display.

I shook my head with a smirk. "You're awfully quiet today," he murmurs and brings his hand on my lower back, his thumb caressing the flesh softly. His touch made me melt astoundingly and I was at awe inside.

My insides were going crazy; being this close to him was so different. It felt different. We weren't this way back at home.

This was different.

"I don't want to be at fault for ruining this peaceful moment, Styles," I tell him jokingly; my hand fisting his tee. He smirks and brings me closer, sitting up so that our chests were touching. I had to inch away slightly so I'd fight the urge to kiss this fool.

"I don't mind, Edwards, plus I'm the birthday boy I do get what I want,"

"Ha, nice one." I meet with his eyes for a second and the color of them never surprised me. They always held some type of depth to them and I was so confused most of the time staring into them.

"I think this is a great birthday," he starts quietly, seriousness taking over. "This whole day it's just so damn peaceful, it's lovely really, thank you for taking me here," I smile and rest my hand on his shoulder blade, squeezing it lightly

"I'm always gonna try and make you happy, Harry, you're my best friend," I watch his careful movements and see him pluck a white flower from the ground, putting it carefully behind my ear. His touch was soft and gentle. I gulped and watched with careful eyes as he looked down at me, smiling.

"You make me happy just existing," and then it was quiet. My heart was thundering and my veins felt like sparks every time his skin made contact with mine. My soul was pulling towards his but I didn't know what was going on with him.

"You never told me who was the girl you fell for," I tell him lightly, somehow in a joking manner, but there was a hint of seriousness. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Doesn't matter right now, just this moment does," he speaks softly and I only smirk whole shaking my head.

"Kinda does when-"

"Can I ask a huge favor?" He cuts me off suddenly. My eyes scan his and I furrow my eyebrows, nodding without hesitation.

"Anything," I blurt out embarrassingly.

He bites his lip as he looks down at me, eyes scanning down my face, then slowly to my lips. His gaze stays there for a few more seconds and God was my mind playing tricks because he hadn't just done that. Did he?

"Can you.. uhm," his eyes meet mine and I lose my breath.

"What?" I manage out. I feel his hand on my waist, pulling me closer.

"I want you to take my first kiss," he whispers quietly, his other hand resting on my cheek, eyes concentrated on me, lip between his teeth.

My chest tightened and my stomach fluttered as my heart lurched in its cage.

"What?" I said again like the most stupidest person. I didn't know how to respond because it wasn't something normal of him. And it was his first kiss for the love of God. Someone that he loves should cherish it.

Not me.

"I'm asking you to be my first kiss,"

"Why," I whisper to him, and all he did was shake his head and rest it against my own, nose nudging mine. My hand trembled against his chest and my lip quivered. I felt his hands both on my waist, holding me gently.

"Please, just.. think of it as a birthday present," I only nodded because words wouldn't explain how I was feeling.

I let my hands slowly rest on both sides of his jaw, pulling his face closer to mine; his breath came out in short puffs against my lips and I was practically screaming inside.

"Are you sure?" I murmured softy and I looked to his eyes, watching them fluttering open and closed. He nodded slowly.

"Yes," he breathed.

I nodded and looked to his lips; the burning sensation all over my body, and mostly in my soul. "Just do what feels right," I murmur.

His grip on my waist tightened as I brushed our lips, a whimper leaving his throat. "Fuck," he breathed and I only smiled as I felt my hands tremble against him.

"Calm down," I say gently; he only nods and gulps.

I lick my lips and move them to the side of his mouth, kissing softly before slowly moving to his plump lips, my eyes closed and my movement's slow and gentle.

I allow my lips to close around his bottom lip, feeling his mold with mine, my heart lurching in its cage. His grip on me had gotten tighter and my hands pulled his face closer as I felt him whimper again, both of our lips moving slowly, Harry's movement's sort of unsure because he didn't have a clue on what to do. I couldn't help but smile through the kiss because it was awfully adorable knowing he was so inexperienced.
"God," he muttered against my lips, moving his a little more quickly and deeply; I had to pull away from the way my breath was half way through my lungs, burning.

His forehead pressed against my own as our breaths came out uneven, hands finding one another's, lacing and tangling. I couldn't meet his eyes because what had I done, and what was I in now? I just crossed the most ultimate line and now I'm never going to get over this.

I don't think either of us will.

This was it. This was either the end or the beginning of something I had no clue to what was to come; and I always knew you could fall in love with someone, and it could be the best and worst thing you'd do to yourself.

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