I Wish

Chapter 8~: First kisses

I don't want you to get hurt.

I kept playing his words over and over again. What did he mean by that?

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Flashback~

"I told you I suck at football, Harry!" I mumbled, trying to kick the ball. "Oh come on, you're not that bad, and you're getting better!" He smiled at me. I giggled. "Whatever." We were both 10 years old at the time.

We played for a while and of course I fell on my butt. Harry joined me on the green grass. "Are you okay?!" He asked. "Harry, chill!" I laughed at his reaction. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt." He said, in all seriousness. "I'll be fine, Harry." I gently put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a warm smile which he returned. 

"Razzle?" He asked, holding up a few red pieces of candy. "Sure," I took one and popped it in my mouth. He ate a few pieces aswell.

I looked up at the stars. "Wow. They're so beautiful." I said, breathlessly. "Yeah, they are." Harry agreed. They was a comfortable silence. "Have you ever been kissed before?" I asked. He blinked. "I'm sorry that was a stupid question to ask. Of course you've been kissed, you're Harry Styles." I looked down at my hands. "It's just, I've never been kissed and I feel like I'm not pretty enough for anyone." He was quick to say something. "Well you are. You're the prettiest girl I know. Any guy would be lucky to be with you." I looked up at him. "Really?" I smiled. "Yes, and I want to make sure your first kiss is with someone who truly cares about you." I was confused until I felt a pair of lips on mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. Harry was my first kiss. It was perfect, and it was the happiest moment of my life.