Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

Twelve

After the ice-cream, we all went back to Harry's. Jess complained about being tired, thanked Harry for the ice cream, then wound up heading to bed. He disappeared into his bedroom as Harry turned to face me.

"He thought I was beating you up." He laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple touch alone sent waves of heat through me.

"You were." I teased.

Harry's face formed a fake shocked expression, I couldn't help the smile taking over my face. His arms snaked around my hips, pulling me into him as soft kisses were placed all over my face, before I brought my hands to his chest, and pushed him off.

Harry pulled his plump lip in-between his teeth. His hands returned to my hips, as he pulled me against him  once more.

"Let's go upstairs." He whispered. Butterflies filled my stomach at his words. Nerves overtaking my body. Harry has been with other people, i'm sure of it, and that frightened me. What if I can't give him what he wants, and then he doesn't want me? "Babe?" His heavenly voice breaking me from my thoughts. "Are you okay?"

 I nod my head, chewing on my bottom lip.

"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for." As if reading my mind, well, more like reading my shaking hands; Harry placed a soft kiss on my lips, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the stairs.

We get to his bedroom, and he turns to close the door. I find myself sitting nervously at the foot of his bed, fiddling with my fingers. His large hands cup my cheek, forcing my gaze to his. Green eyes boring into my brown ones.

"Listen to me," He brings himself to sit next to me, dropping my face, and taking hold of my hand. "I don't want you to feel pressured. I didn't bring you up here to sleep with you." He laughs. The thought of being frightened of what Harry's intentions were sounded stupid now. I've know him for as long as I could remember, I know how he is, and he would never force me into something I didn't want to do.

"I," He runs a hand through his hair, "I don't want you to think i'm like that. Lay with me?" He whispered, kissing my cheek. I nodded my head as he opened his arms for me, lying my head on his chest, he intertwined our legs.

Soft hums sounded in the darkness of his room, his chest vibrating as he quietly sings in my ear.

"You're voice is still amazing..." I whisper tiredly against his chest. A soft chuckle caused his chest to bounce. "Stop moving."

"Sorry." I felt as his fingers tangled themselves into my hair, soft kisses placed on my forehead. "Do you remember that tree house we build when we were little?"

The memory made me smile. The only place where we could jump around without getting in trouble, or just sit and think about whatever.

"Yeah." I softly hummed, my eyes feeling heaver.

"You would get mad at your mom sometimes, then call me to meet you up there. I wonder if its still there, Jess would love it."

"It has a lot of memories."

"Hoax," He laughed. One day we found a rabbit hiding under one of our chairs. It hurt its self, so me and Haz nursed it back to health. We tried to set him free, but he didn't leave, so we ended up keeping him. His name was Hoax.

"The lock." I smiled. Harry once locked his brother out of his tree house, only for his brother to break his hand trying to punch through.

"The kiss..." His voice faded off as his gaze was now fixed on me. I raised my head to look at the curly haired boy.

"The kiss..." I repeat.