Events || Harry Styles

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Recap

He positioned himself right in front of me. He placed his hands on the cement behind me, trapping me between his arms.

I know what's going to come next. I want it. I want it. I want it.

"I have a question," he whispered, his breath fanning on my face.

I didn't know if I wanted to be looking at his eyes or his lips. Either way would bring trouble to me.

"Do you kiss on the first date?" He asked. He spoke so softly that I wasn't sure if I'd heard him, or just conjured him saying this in my head.

My heart was beating out of my chest. If Harry got any closer, he'd feel it for sure.

"I thought this was the second date," I mumbled.

He leaned in close enough so that our noses almost brushed together. He met my gaze.

"Fuck it, am I right?" He mused.

I nodded quickly and wasted no time pulling his face forward to connect our lips in a rough, hot kiss.

Norah

There was no inch of space separating Harry and I.

As soon as our lips touched, his hands grasped tightly onto my waist, struggling to keep me as close as possible. My arms wound around his neck. Our lips moved in sync, and I couldn't think properly. Nothing else mattered other than our roaming hands and heated kiss.

Never in my life had I ever experienced such an intense feeling of passion.

His tongue flicked across my lower lip, and I opened my mouth slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. One of his hands left my waist to pull at the hair tie in my hair. It fell loose down my back.

His hands ran up and down my side, leaving me breathless. I gasped when his teeth gently bit down on my lower lip. He tugged slightly before our tongues met again. I felt his hands run over the clasp of my bra, and I hardly had enough sense in my head to debate how far I wanted this to go. It didn't matter because he didn't do what I thought he would. His hands returned to my waist.

I bravely pulled away from the kiss to press my lips against the sharp angle of his jaw. I felt the breath leave his lungs at my touch. I went on pressing soft kisses down his throat. I could feel his rapid pulse underneath the thin layer of skin, and I could confirm that mine was beating just as fast.

"Nor," he gasped when my tongue lightly skimmed his neck.

I pulled back, meeting his intense, glowing eyes. His hands cradled my face, reconnecting our lips. This time, the kisses were slower and less lustful. There was so much meaning behind every touch.