10 Hours (HS)

12:26 am

Liv's POV

I don't fucking care anymore. I know the situation we're in. I know those men could still be out there. Maybe killed everyone, but hopefully not. I haven't heard anything for a while. I think we could hear gunshots if there were any, although I really don't know.

My mind knows we should go slow. Trying to protect me for falling hard for this boy, but it's too late. I've been in here with him, every single sense I have has been emersed in Harry Styles. It's like we've know each other for weeks, months even. It's like the most intense kind of dating, but instead of it spanning weeks, with just a date here, a phone call there, we've done everything all at once, in the span of these seven hours together.

I FEEL for this person.

It's just a crush. You've always liked Harry.

This is MORE then like. Way more.

Only a crush, a celebrity crush.

Ok, fine. What I DO know, is I'm CRUSHING HUGE on this boy that I thought I'd only ever have in my dreams. I didn't even think I'd ever get to see them! When Mia and I finally bought our tickets three months ago....that was a high like I've never felt....until now.

This is real....and this feels right. I want as much of Harry Styles as he's willing to give, because I also know, that despite what he says, when we get out of here...I'll probably never see or hear from him again.

You'll regret this.

Then so be it. I'd regret it more if I let this chance slip away from me.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He says, in his deep British whisper.

Whoa. My whole....inside, just reacted to his voice...like it was a signal and my body just said GO!

"You should."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely."

"You're OK with this, even though we were going to try to slow down just two hours ago?" He says.

He's inches away from my face. His hair is hanging down. His eyes are fucking BEAUTIFUL. Uh, yeah, I'm OK with this.

"Mmm hmm. I'm OK with this, Harry."

"Not sure how much control I have right now....once I touch you, I....if you want me to stop, you'll need..."

"I won't. Kiss me. I'll go as far as you want to take this. Just so you know, though, I'm no slut, Harry Styles. I know my limits though, and with you, I know I don't stand a chance. So if you have no control...and I have no control..."

He smiles. "I'll keep us from going too far." He says, then leans in and touches his lips to mine.

It's like being struck by lightening. I fucking swear to God. I want all of him, right the fuck now.

I press my lips against his. Our mouths part, then release each other, and come together again. Harder this time. My hands move from the floor, up to his hips, grabbing the waistband of his jeans. I can't help myself, I feel myself pulling him down. I want him on top of me. I want to feel the weight of him against me...pushing into me.

Mmm, I think that's VERY dangerous, Livvie.

He resists at first, his arms holding himself above me. I push my head up, crushing his mouth with mine. I feel his lips part, his tongue touching mine.

That's it. Our control....is gone.

His arms relax and he lowers down on to me. His weight against me....I bring my knees up letting him fit against me. His mouth opens and fully kisses me, his teeth tugging gently on my bottom lip as he pulls back and looks at me.