They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 20 Gwen /

I never felt this way when I kissed Zayn. It was different from all the people I dated. I couldn't think about anything except the kiss when I was driving home. I tried to keep it out of my mind but I couldn't. I kept on touching my lips just to make sure if it happened or not.

I sat on my couch and kept on thinking about what happened a while ago. The kiss was so intense that it felt like there were sparks everywhere, maybe fireworks. How can something so good could be so bad?

The doorbell suddenly rang a few minutes later. I looked at the clock to see how late it is. Who could be ringing the doorbell at eleven o'clock in the evening. I slowly walked to the door. You may never know if there is a killer outside your house.

I peeked through the pipe hole and saw a curly-haired british lad outside. I relaxed and opened the door to see Harry's green orbs looking at me. "You scared me there, Harry." I said to him. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I just came here to say sorry." Harry said. I breathed heavily and let him in.

I crossed my arms and looked at him intently. "You've got five minutes to explain yourself." I said.

Harry sighed and started to talk. "I'm sorry that I punched Zayn. To be honest, I was jealous. I was jealous that he kissed you." I looked at him to continue. He then held both of my hands. "Because I like you Gwen. I want to be with you."

I looked into Harry's green orbs. He was telling the truth. He was really being truthful. He wanted to be with me.

I just realized how close he was. Our breaths were mixing together. Our foreheads touching together. Our lips were just an inch apart. I looked intently into his eyes. WIthout thinking, our lips were pressed together smoothly.

Our lips were in sync. His lips never left mine. My arms went around his neck as Harry's arms went around my hips. Harry pushed me to the wall and kissed me deeper. Our lips disconnected and we both breathed hard. Our chest were moving up and down from holding our breath too much. Our foreheads were touching. Our arms our still resting. Our breaths were mixing and my eyes were closed.

I opened my eyes to see Harry's eyes one more. I started to kiss him one more time. I don't know but his lips were very addicting. My fingers were playing with his hair, which made him moan. That must have been his weakness so I started to play with it more. He must have knew what I'm doing because I could feel him smiling. I couldn't help it but smile. We both stopped and couldn't stop smiling.

"I guess you know what I like." Harry smiled, a bit amused.

"Maybe." I gave him a wink and a lip bite. He started to chuckle, then I started to chuckle.

"You know, all of what I said was true." Harry said. "I really meant it."

"I know." I said. "But I'm not really sure what I'm feeling right now."

"Can this change your mind?" Harry started to kiss me, but a different kiss. This was very passionate. His lips were in sync with mine. Sparks started to fly everywhere. My heart was beating really hard. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I really like it.

"It totally did." I said when we stopped. "I like that better." Harry chuckled again.

"So does that mean...?" Harry asked me. I stared into his green eyes for a few seconds.

"Yes." I answered. "I'm yours."

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"I don't know, Jaz. It just felt amazing when I answered him." I said to Jasmine. I called Jasmine a few minutes later when Harry left.

"So you like him?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't know." I said honestly. "It was just intense. When he kissed me, it felt better than how Zayn and I kissed a while ago."

"Hold up, you kissed Zayn a while ago?" Jasmine asked, shocked in her voice.

"Yeah. But this is different. I'm falling for Harry, Jaz. I never thought I could feel this way again." I said.

"Well, that's good for you." Jasmine said. "At least you were over Leo. You already found someone."

"I know." I smiled. "And it feels so good."

Later that night, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss that Zayn and I had. I don't know, but it was really different from Harry. I know I shouldn't think about this because I have a boyfriend, but I can't. It's feels so wrong.

Guilt was washing over me. I couldn't imagine what Perrie's reaction be when she found out. Will she get mad? Dissapointed? Hurt? Definitely will be hurt. But I don't know. I don't know how I'll tell her if Zayn and I kissed. I don't want to hurt Perrie from what we did. I don't want the fans to call me a slut or anything.

But in second thought, I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. How we kissed. How it felt so good. I even think that what I'm feeling is illegal. It felt so good yet bad at the same time. I'm not sure why but that's what I'm feeling. Why does it feel like it was a mistake for answering Harry? What am I really feeling right now? What is wrong with me? Why am I so scared?

I don't know what is wrong with me. I mean, what is wrong when I answered Harry? I didn't do anything wrong! I'm pretty sure answering Harry wasn't a mistake. I mean, I like him, he likes me, nothing's wrong! Everything is tottaly okay. I didn't do any mistakes 'cause I know what I did wrong and what I did right. We both like each other and nothing is wrong with that.

But what is really going on with me? I don't know if I should feel this way or not. Why do I keep on overthinking things?

"Are you sure you like him?" Something inside of me asked. "Or do you still like Zayn?"

"Of course I like Harry! There's a reason why I answered him!" I answered myself.

"Then why are you feeling like that? Why do you think that you did something wrong?" It asked again.

"I don't know. I don't even know that I did somethinf wrong. What did I do wrong?" I asked myself.

"Only you can answer that, Gwen. Only you. Figure it out." It said.

"But I don't want to think! I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything wrong!" I said to myself. My inner voice stopped talking. No one is speaking anymore. It was just an imagination.

"You're just speaking to yourself, Gwen." I assured myself. "You didn't do anything wrong. Everything is all right. Nothing bad happened." I said. "Nothing."