should've kissed you

III

"You look really pretty you know," he said to her from the opposite side of the couch. "You always do, honestly. I like your hair, and your eyes, and your lips."

This caught her attention and at that, she turned down the television and looked over at him. "That was random," she gave him a playful smile. "and you're crazy."

He not-so-subtly scooted closer to her, and the faux leather beneath him made a squeaky sound that kind of made it seem like he was passing gas which made her giggle. "Why do you say that?" he questioned.

"Dunno," she said. She couldn't come up with a proper response because she was too busy attempting to keep him from plopping down on top of her. "You just are. Get off! You're too heavy!"

He wasn't a very good listener, and he proved it by going against her wishes and hovering over her. She fought to push him away, giggling as she did so, which only provoked him to rile her up even more. His fingertips met the skin beneath her shirt and he began tickling her, which resulted in her squirming and gasping something about how his hands were cold and almost elbowing him in the face. He loved her laugh and her smile and the little dimple below her eye that appeared whenever it was genuine. He loved her so much in general.

Finally, his playful touches subsided and after she'd taken a few moments to catch her breath and mutter a "screw you" through her laughter, he pinned her hands on either side of her head with a wicked grin and said, "You should kiss me."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she teased. "Not after that little ordeal."

"That was hardly and ordeal, my love," he argued. "If I remember correctly, you couldn't contain your laughter."

"Yeah, yeah," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Get off me."

"Hmm, kiss me first," he insisted.

She was stubborn (another thing he couldn't help but find adorable) and he could tell she didn't plan giving in to his demands any time soon. He'd have to try a bit harder to get his way.

"Angel, I swear if you don't kiss me you'll regret it."

"Is that so?" she challenged.

"Mhmm. Might have to do something like this." His lips found her neck. "Or this." Her shoulder. Her collarbone. All places he knew would drive her wild.

Stubborn as she was, she wasn't going to let that show. Not yet. "You'll have to try harder than that, Styles."

"That so?" he smirked at her. "What if I just tickle you some more? Would that get me my way?"

Her eyes widened. "No. no more tickling."

"It's either that or a kiss, my petal. What'll it be?" He ran the tips of his fingers down her side, threatening to go through with his playful threat if he had to.

He didn't expect her to push him off the couch. She fell on top of him in a tangle of arms and legs and blankets and laughter and finally she kissed him.