Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 18

I watched as the bright light turned from red to green. Harry's fingers were drumming lightly against the steering wheel, as we sat in an odd silence. Avicii was playing quietly in the background, filling up just a bit of the weirdness. 

"Was it that bad?" he asked, his eyes cemented on the darkened roads.

"Was what bad?" I looked out the window at the blurry trees passing by. The street lights were dimmed just enough so that I could make out the faces of stragglers on the sidewalk.

"The kiss," his voice was barely a whisper, "Was the kiss that bad?"

"What?" I was struck hard by his question, unable to form any other words.

"I mean like ever since the kiss you've been acting sort of weird."

"Weird?" 

"Yeah. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you actually wanted to-" 

"I know," I cut him off, not wanting to hear of my naive acts that night. I was the one who leant in, the one who basically was begging for it. But under the circumstances it was pretty hard to walk away from his welcoming lips. "It wasn't bad." 

"So then is something else wrong?" he jerked his head to glance at me before focusing back on the road. 

"Nothing," my voice was forceful and gruff, "I don't need your pity."

"Pity?" 

"Yeah.I know it meant nothing to you. I barely know you, but I still know you well enough to know it means nothing. You're not that type of guy. A relationship guy...and I don't want to get involved." 

I finished speaking in a huff, finally leting go of my breath exhaling. We had pulled into the front drop off of my dorm. He brought his big car to a stop, still staring straight ahead. We sat in silence for at least a minute while he thought of a suitable response. I started to grow irritated, ready to jump out of the car without a thank you. But I've done that too many times.

"It did mean something to me," his voice was small. 

My eyes widened, my lips tightened. I didn't think he would actually say the words that I so badly wanted to hear. 

"But-" 

"Chelsea. It fucking meant something to me," his voice grew bigger and bigger, his tone escalating. I was a little taken back by his abrupt words. 

And I could tell that he wasn't only telling me that it meant something to him, he was telling himself. 

"But what about Whitney?" my voice squeaked, surprised I was letting myself do this. Letting myself show vulnerability, jealousy even. This was not like me, to spill my feelings. 

"Whitney? She's just a friend," he finally looked over at me, "there's nothing going on between us. I promise."

"I don't really care I was just wondering..." there's the Chelsea I knew. Sticking up for herself, not letting anyone think she gives a shit. Because I don't, well not really. 

"Here. I'll walk you in," he said getting out of the car. Before I had the time to debate whether to get out or wait for him to open the door for me, the passenger door was swung wide open. I mumbled an awkward thank you as we walked into the dorms. 

It was getting pretty late so most of the girls were out partying, or the smart ones were in their beds sleeping. We walked silently through the empty hallways, his hand lightly brushing against mine every so often. He looked good in all black, it made him look clean and snug. 

I turned to my dorm room door, watching him loom above me. His presence sucking the very breath out of my lungs. My back was lightly pressed against the door when I felt his hands on me. His lean fingers pushed strings of hair behind my ear, causing me to blush. I looked down and away trying to cover them. 

I could smell his scent settle on top of me. The tips of his hair were brushing against my nervously sweating forehead. His plump lips were slightly parted as they inched closer and closer to my own. My eyes were suddenly slammed shut just as his lips pressed onto mine. 

It was a short kiss, a tender one that lasted barely 2 seconds. His soft lips cascaded around my own, creating a soft blanket for my lips to rely on. He pulled away as I savored the sweet, unexplainable feeling.

His eyes were still squeezed shut as he asked, "Can I come inside?"