Lovestruck (A One Direction Fiction)

Chapter 7

Leah

The kiss. The kiss was sensual. I can taste his minty and caramel flavor in his mouth. His tongue devoured me like a hungry caveman. I couldn't pull out. His hands gripped on my face. Good gosh! I'm obsessed with him! Nope, it's definitely not obsession. It is like.....Love.

And finally, he pulled away. Slowly.

"Wow," he said amused "wow." He said it again, ending the amusement he complemented. Gosh! Those pink lips! Makes me want to kiss him again. But I can't all of a sudden. Reality hit me right in the gut.

"I-I uh...don't know w-hat to s-say." I stuttered because I really don't know what to say about the kiss. I just...I can't....I'm speechless.

"Did you liked it?" He asked while smirking. I just blushed as my response. Oh my freaking gawd!

Did you liked it? Did you liked it? Did you liked it?

The words he said played on my mind not ending until I have a response. Shxt.

Did I liked it? Did I liked it? Did I liked it?

The words question my own self. And kept playing on my mind. They won't budge. Good gosh.

"Hello?" Harold said cutting my imaginations with a snap of his fingers. Thank goodness Harold! But looking at him makes me think the four words playing on my mind. Again.

Did I liked it? Did I liked it? Did I liked it?

"Hello!" Harold said, and again, he cut off what I was thinking. Thank you again Har.

"What?" I responded innocently. Holy shxt, what the heck am I even doing! Think straight Leah! Think!

"Did you liked it?" He asked for my response from the kiss he made just a minute ago.

Did I liked it? Did I liked it? Did I liked it?

I thinked about it again. And he noticed how I stared at him. He thought that I was drooling at him, but I wasn't. Little did he know.

"I, uh, really need to go. It's already 6:00pm and I'm dead if I didn't go before it's 7:00." I said informing him even though it was just an excuse to get away from him. And I really need to think about what just happened. Good gosh.

"I can drive you to your house!" He suggested whilst walking beside me and sprinted to get in front of me. "If you want of course." He added and winked after.

"Please don't. You need rest. We have school tomorrow and you need to sleep early." I said worried. I lied. I don't want him to know that I needed to think.

"I can drive you." He whined. "I'm not that tired, you know." He said confidently.

"Still, you need you rest. I can take my bicycle home." I said to him dryly, informing that I have a bicycle to get home whilst walking past him and towards my bicycle.

"Fiiiineee," he said "but if you change your mind, I wouldn't mind driving you home." He smirked. I blushed at that. Really Harold. I just needed to think, that's all.

And that kept me thinking again. It's not going away innit?

Did I liked it? Did I liked it? Did I liked it?