Never felt like this before,
Are we friends or are we more?
As I'm walking towards the door,
I'm not sure.
-"Change My Mind", One Direction
....
Shock.
I felt shock, washing over my body the second our lips met. Suddenly, I wasn't Alison Steele, any longer. I wasn't an empty girl who desperately wanted to blend in with everyone else. I felt whole. I breathed him in, frantically. It was almost as if this giant, seventeen year weight lifted off my chest, fluttering into the night.
I was kissing Harry Styles.
I could feel him. I could feel his giant, rough hands cup my face, bringing me so close to him there was nothing between us except clothing. His delicious smoke-and-cologne combination wrapped me up, held me tight, blanketing me in bliss.
He was everywhere. He was everywhere and everything. Harry Styles took over every rational thought in my brain. I was tasting, breathing, touching nothing but him.
More, my subconscious screamed at me, as I plunged both hands in his hair. He groaned softly into my mouth; he seemed to like when I tugged at his hair. The silky, softness of his beautiful curls trumped any fantasy I'd had of touching them - nothing compared to to the real thing. They felt like satin until my fingertips, my hands forever getting lost in the jungle.
I could hear his harsh, sharp breathing, when our lips couldn't stay apart for less than a second. I would always yank him back to me, or he would crush himself on my mouth for more. More.
I tightened my hands in his perfect hair, and he growled into my mouth in response. That growl.
Harry slid a palm roughly down my side. His mouth tasted so good, I never wanted to pull away. It was like it was a drug. I took one hand out of his hair, tugging at his blazer. With a wild gasp, he pushed it off his shoulders and it landed carelessly in the grass. My touch explored those large, tanned, smooth arms of his.
Never in my life had I been kissed like this. Not by any random school boy back in Miami, not by Niall, not by -
Niall. The thought of him washed over me like a tsunami, crashed into my chest like a bus going at top speed. The sounds of Regina's birthday bonfire shot through my eardrums, yanking me back into reality. Images flickered before my eyes - Niall kissing me before class, Niall holding my hand as we walked through school, Niall driving me here.
Niall was my boyfriend. As much as I resented it, he was my boyfriend.
Harry felt me stiffen and pulled away an inch, his full, pillowy lips hovering over my own. The evening seemed to have been much darker than before. How long was I...?
"What is it?" His voice was throaty and breathless, and it gave me chills. He ran his fingers through my hair.
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