I Want You To Stay. {Niall Horan}

Chapter Seventeen (Part Two)

***KASEY'S POV***

"You didn't have to walk me up to my door, Harry. I'm just a little bit tipsy," I said holding up my hand with a centimeter of space pinched between my thumb and forefinger.

"Sure," Harry said sarcastically.

I stumbled a little and Harry gripped my waist a little tighter, giving me a knowing look.

"Whatever," I said reaching for the key Cait and I kept hidden on top of the door frame. I felt around a little and nothing.

Shit. "I can't find the spare key. I guess Cait used it to get in earlier..." I lifted my hands in an Oh well gesture.

In one swift movement Harry grabbed my hands and used them to pin me to the wall next to my door.

"Well, hello to you, too," I giggled looking up at Harry's serious expression.

He smirked a little and dipped his head to my level. His lips were right next to my ear when he spoke.

"So, about me 'getting mine', as you put it," he whispered hotly in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

I turned my head slightly in his direction. "I would say tonight and invite you in now," I whispered, "but I have to deal with my best friend tonight."

Harry pulled away and laughed at my expression. He adjusted so he was holding both of my wrists in one of his large, capable hands. He gripped my chin with the other and tilted my head back slightly. His hot breath tickled my my skin. "That's good, I wan't you to remember the best night of your life in perfect detail." He dipped his head a little further, closing the distance between our lips. I kissed him back with a hunger that I never thought I was capable of. I bit his lip hungrily and he released my wrists to force my hips to his, leaving no space between us. I gasped at the rough contact and he took the opportunity to dart his tongue into my mouth. I tangled my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged. A groan erupted from his lips and he ground his hips into mine.

Distantly, I heard the sound of a lock being undone, but I ignored it, caught up in the kiss Harry and I shared. The door next to us opened and a man was saying something along the lines of "What the fuck is going on out here?"

I froze because I recognized the voice and the name it said next.

"Kitty Kas?!"

Harry pulled away away and glared at Jordan, causing me to erupt into giggles.

I turned to Jordan and saw that his gaze was fixated on me. "Hi, Jordy," I managed to say in between fits of giggles.

Harry continued to glare at Jordan until I placed a hand on either side of his face and forced him to look at me.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked leaning in close to him, biting my lip as I did so.

His eyes glazed over with hunger. "Definitely," he whispered and pulled me into another kiss.

Jordan cleared his throat and Harry and I unwillingly drew apart. I licked my lips and looked up at Harry. "Bye, Harry," I said smiling. I turned toward Jordan and the door when Harry interrupted me.

"Wait," he said and I turned to look at him. He lifted a bag he must have discarded before our, uh, interaction. "You might need these."

"Thanks," I said taking the bag from his hand. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye." He turned to Jordan and glared at him for a moment before walking down the hallway.

I turned and walked happily into my appartment, Jordan right behind me. He closed the door. I put the bag down on the couch and turned to face Jordan.