Wish [Harry] On Hold

16 | K i s s

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USUALLY WHEN I FOUND MYSELF in an unfortunate and slightly awkward situation, I'd often tell myself to breathe. I'd do so and then reassure myself that nothing else could go wrong. That, sadly, was not going to work for this particular disaster.

I was quick, but so was Harry. He was off that couch like a bullet, gently grasping my upper arms to stop me from fleeing the room in a flurry of paint and sweat. Oh, God, I was sweating like crazy. I also felt like I was going to be sick. And of course, I also wanted to slap myself for being so reckless.

You tosser, screamed the voice.

"Jane," Harry calmly said. "Stop struggling. Calm down."

"No! I-I just made a mistake ... shít, sorry. Damn it, I am so sorry," I rushed, my eyes watering slightly.

I was fúcked. There was no other way to say it. One-hundred percent, officially screwed and all because I couldn't keep my stupid mouth shut. Yes I loved the guy, yes I wanted to be with him, yes I wanted to screw his brains out and yes I wanted him to adore me just as much but I never imagined that he'd find out I liked him so much because I was a stupid blabber-mouth.

"Jane, it's honestly OK-" Harry started but I cut him off.

I pointed to his clothes and then to the door, back and forth while saying, "You need to leave. I need you to get dressed and leave."

"No."

There was a silence.

"Excuse me?" I gasped out, my cheeks flaming.

"I said no. Not until you calm down and tell me what's going on."

He was so sincere. No anger, no confusion - only curiosity. He wanted to know everything - but how could I tell him everything? That I'd adored him since I'd first seen him at that work do all those months back? I didn't think it were possible to say it quite so easily.

"Nothing's going on!" I said. "I'm just feeling icky. My stomach is bad. Yeah, my stomach - blame my belly."

My rambling was proving fruitless as Harry just stood there, his face a mix of exhaustion and determination. He wasn't going to let this go. I knew that the only way I could get him to leave would be to actually spill the beans. The thought of finally announcing my love for him had my head spinning.

"Jane," he said authoritatively. "I'm not leaving until I get an explanation."

"What if I refuse to give an explanation? Not that there is an explanation! I just..."