Chapter 8
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"Everything except you." Harry whispers into my ear. I can't help my face go cherry red at his words. I've never had a boyfriend so a guy liking me is a very big breakthrough. I've never had my first kiss either, so I'm really nervous where this is going. Before I can object or tell him I've never been kissed he connects his soft plush lips to mine in a unexpected kiss.
WOW!
" Harry you know you where just my first kiss." I inform him, dipping my head in embarrassment.
"Seriously?" He questions.
I shyly giggle and nod.
"I'm sorry, I hope it wasnt too bad." He apologises.
"Well, judging on that kiss this is over." I kid before giggling at his shocked facial expressions. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I could get used to this." I admit. His facial expressions soften and he begins to attack me, smothering me in tickles and causing me too fall off the couch in attempt to escape the torture. I giggle loudly, my voice echoing through the empty house.
"I give in!" I shout to Harry.
"Please Harry, stop." I continue to giggle and he finally gives up kissing me on the forehead and sitting back on the couch. We return to watching the frightening thriller movie, as we settle into a comfy positing I decide I want to ly down. I swivel my heaps around and unfold onto my back and rest my head on Harry's knee's.
He strokes my hair off my forehead as we watch the movie.
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"Harry?" I call in search of a young Hansom brown curly haired guy with mesmerising emerald green eyes and a masculine build. I eventually find him in the kitchen, making coffee.
"Hey you. Must've been tired, you fell asleep in my lap." Harry tells me in a soft husky voice.
"How long was I asleep for?" I ask.
"Long enough for me too finish watching that dumb thriller movie and then another after that." He answers.
"You know you look super adorable when you sleep. Your face creases when you have a bad thought and everything." Harry informs me. I blush and rub my eyes, which are still adjusting.
"Take a seat on the bench, ill make you a coffee." He says firmly. "So what was your bad dream about?"
My whole body freezes at the flashback of my nightmare. "Oh nothing." I reply trying to avoid him seeing straight through my lie. I was never good at lying though.
"Leah, honestly... You can tell me. Was it scary? Or just a flashback of a bad memory?" He asks with a concerned expression on his face.
"My dad." I reply, twitching at his name. "So technically it's both scary and memory. It doesn't matter, I have them all the time though." I admit.
"I know how you feel, and so if you want to talk, I hope you know I'm good at listening. If you don't want to talk to Prince Charming..."
"Prince Charming. Pffft, is that supposed to be code for 'Harry, the lame' ?" I interrupt. We both giggle at our lame jokes and he continues.
"as I was saying... You don't have to tell, however I would be glad to listen."
I pushed the horrid twisted memory to the back of my memory and try to think of something else.
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I liked the thought of waking up to Harry making me coffee. I sit on the kitchen bench as Harry turns around to continue making my coffee. I don't think I had know Harry for anymore then at least a week and I went from disliking him with a passion too falling asleep in his lap. No-one has ever made me feel the way Harry does. He is changing my heart, opening up to a possible first love.
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Harry's POV
Leah....The first word that springs to my mind when I try not to think of anything. She is just absolutely perfect in every way and I just want to spend every single moment with her but, I know that can't happen. In my dreams I dreams of being so much closer to her, I want to be able to call her mine, but if I get too close, it will be obvious. She will look straight through my lies. She will learn my secret.
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A/N:
Guys I know my chapters are short, sorry about that. I just thought you would rather read a whole chapter then half a chapter then have to leave ... Thanks for reading, comment and vote xxxx :)
