Taylor's P.O.V
"Tay?" he moaned.
"Hmm?" I hummed.
"Babyyy," he cooed.
I opened my eyes as his cold lips touched my neck. Slowly moving towards my earlobe.
"Harry," I warned and he stopped.
"Please," he pressed himself to me.
I looked at him pleasantly after a fit of laughter which made him frown. I couldn't help, but kiss him. I kissed his cheeks and then his sweet, cold lips.
"Tay," she called.
"TAY!" and I sprung up hitting my head with hers.
"Ouch!" we both squealed.
"What on this earth is wrong with you?" she screamed.
"What?!" I questioned rubbing my head.
"You're freaking moaning and laughing at 3 a.m. in the morning!" she eyed.
"What? No. I wa having a bad dream," I excused myself.
"Really? You think I'm that thick? Or did you and George have some.." she trailed off trying to tease me.
"No, Kels." I ended the conversation and she left my room giggling.
What happened to me? Why didn't I stop him? But, I didn't feel to. It felt so right. Nothing like what I felt with George. His touch gave me goosebumps.
***Flashback***
"You've got a sexy ass," he said and I blushed hard. No one ever said stuffs like that to me. George and I always had civilized conversation, yet. He kissed me twice. But, yeah. I do really like him. I've never dated anyone and he's the first boyfriend I have.
I froze when I felt someone's hands wrap around my waist. I knew it was Harry as there was no one around. I slowly turned to face him and he looked me in the eye. Gosh, I never realized his eyes were so green. My hand caught his shirt tightly while he kept staring. He then looked at my lips and again my eyes. For a second I thought that he was asking for permission. What? To kiss me! Until I could process everything he pressed his lips to mine. They tasted like wine. Soft. I was shocked. I didn't know if I should kiss him or not. I decided the first. I kissed him back and, "Harry!"
I immediately pulled back and kept staring at the ground. It was Gemma.
***Flashback Ends***
I couldn't sleep! All what I could think was his lips on mine. Ugh! 'Taylor! You're with George. Get that straight. You should tell him this.' I thought. But what if he would be mad at me? What if he broke up? What if he asked me if I kissed Harry back? This would break his heart. I can't even talk to anyone about this. I don't know if I should Kelly about it. What if she judged me? 'No, Taylor! She's your best friend. She knows every little secret of yours. You should definitely talk to her' I talked to myself.
With this I decided to talk to Kelly about this.
"Good morning, Taylor," Emily greeted me and the table.
"Good morning!" I smiled.
"Hello, everyone!" Kelly exclaimed pecking my cheeks wearing ripped shorts and a cool top.
"Looks good!" I complimented.
"Thanks!" she said sipping onto her juice.
When we finally left for college, "Hey, Kel. I want to tell you something," I trailed off.
"Yeah! Go on," she replied and her phone buzzed.
"Hey, mom!" she squealed and I knew I won't be able to tell her a thing now. I got a text from George saying he was at college already. My first lecture happened to be Lit. I had to see Harry. I could maybe talk to him about the kiss.
"Good morning, class," Mr. Clayton greeted us all. I scanned the class and as usual he wasn't there.
"May I come in?" someone asked and my eyes immediately shot up to the door. There he was.
"Yes, Harry," Mr. Clayton replied and Harry scanned the class. His eyes searching for a vacant place. His eyes met mine and I smiled. He didn't even care to return it and sat next to me.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning," he replied, irritated. What's up with him? He's being so mean! But, I have to talk to him.
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