Faded. [Discontinued]

Eight: Surprise

ღღღKatherine's POV:ღღღ

His lips met mine quickly with out warning, to my surprise I didn't push him away like I thought I would do if he ever kissed me again. I felt my knees go weak as I wrapped my arm around his neck. His lips melted against mine and his tongue traced my bottom lip. As I opened my mouth, his lips left mine and he kissed my neck, sucking and grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin. I gasped, my eyes widening. Harry pulled away and stared at me, his green eyes peeling into mine.

"I'm sorry I-"

I pressed my lips to his again, feeling surprised at MYSELF for doing so, I had only been kissed 3 or so times, and I had never imagined being brave enough to kiss someone else. I didn't know what came over me, all I knew was that it felt so good to have his lips on mine. His tongue entered my mouth, our tongues battling together to win dominance. His lips tasted sweet and salty.

I felt a low moan in the bottom of my throat and widened my eyes. What was coming over me? I had never felt that way before. Why was I kissing him? I didn't LIKE him, right? No, never could I like Harry Styles, the boy who is in a gang and has tattoos and piercings. I could never imagine what was running through his head at the moment, did he like me? Oh no, I'm stupid of course he doesn't. I'm Katherine Donovan, and I've never even been touched before, I've never gotten any grade but straight A's my whole life, and I've always gone to bed at most 11:00 PM.

Harry's hands wrapped around my waist and I twirled a loose curl from his beanie around my finger.

"Jesus lord!" Harry and I snapped apart. "Stop sucking each other's face off and at least let me inside before you start making out again in the middle of the campus lot." Andrea pulled us apart, dragging me inside. I turned to Harry, but he was already in the car and driving away.

ღღღHarry's POV:ღღღ

I didn't want her to say anything about making me leave or how she would never want to see me again. So I left.

Why do I keep kissing her? I know I could like her, and I know I DON'T want to. So I decided I was going to push her away, it would be better for her anyways. She would never have to be involved in my gang, and I know she would be. They would hurt whatever mattered to me, and I couldn't let that happen.

I couldn't care about anyone anymore, for one because every time I did, someone I cared about was hurt. I had to stay away.

So that's what I did.

For 3 weeks she called, texted, but not once did I reply.

-where are you? Are you dead?- Kat

-hello?-Kat

-Harry if it's something I did just tell me-Kat

-Harry? Please tell me you're okay. Andrea's better, she's not mad at you Harry.-

I felt so bad, I had fucking hurt her, I knew I had. Not that she liked me, but she was sad that I was ignoring her, she thought I was her friend.

Did she like me, though?

I kissed her so many fucking times and she had kissed back, so she must feel something.

I was doing this for her though, I couldn't let her get hurt. My 'gang' would hurt her or worse.

As I walked into the club, I had a feeling of relief. I had wanted to forget Katherine, to forget whatever I had started to feel for her.

A girl with brown hair was dancing beside a boy with blue eyes and blonde hair, it had been the boy that Katherine pretended to be in a relationship with until she realized it had been me.