(Thanks for reading guys! :) and someone on twitter asked for a double update, I was so honored. Lol. twitter @TFFAlive.)
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"I really wanna kiss you." He said softly as he looked into my eyes.
Never did I ever think I would be in this situation with a guy in the time span of two days. It's indescribable how strong our connection is; it's weird. He just gives me that comfortable sensation throughout my body and I enjoy is company. And here we are laying underneath the stars looking over the beautiful city. I would think I would be in this situation with a guy I've known for months or years, not a couple of days. But it doesn't feel like just a couple of days, it seems much longer. I feel like I know him. It's unusual but I can't really help it.
"Can I kiss you?" He almost whispers, his eyes still piercing mine.
"Mhm." I mumble and nod my head against his arm.
He only has to move a couple of inches before his lips meet mine. Once they touch, I feel trapped. A good trapped. I don't wanna escape. I don't wanna escape this moment.
My arm is still over his body but I'm moving my fingertips lightly over his denim covered skin up and down.
Out if impulse, my right leg drapes on top of his and I guess that's what he wanted or something he doesn't mind because when I went to remove it he took his left hand, grabbed my leg, and put it back.
His lips are so soft as they slowly move in sync with mine. I can hear the sounds of our lips caressing one another's because it's so silent, despite the traffic below us. Although I've tuned that out.
He bites my bottom lip as he pulls away and once I open my eyes he's looking into them.
"That was nice." I say lowly, giggling a tiny bit.
"It was." He smiles at me.
I rub my leg up and down his for a minor second before taking it off.
"Why'd you do that?" He asks.
"Do what?"
"Take your leg off."
"I'm sorry." I laugh. "I just, I felt bad leaving it there. I didn't wanna bother you." Does that even make sense? I'm a little tipsy from that kiss.
"I liked it there." He tells me and repeats his actions from before as he puts it back.
"Sorry." I smile.
I'm still resting my head on his arm and I get a little bit closer to his shoulder, putting my head against his chest.
"You cold?" He asks and pulls the blanket over me more.
"I'm okay." I mumble into his chest. "You're really comfy."
"Thank you, love." He laughs.
"I love when you call me 'love.'" I admit while I close my eyes.
"Do you?"
"Mhm."
"Should I put your contact title as that then?"
"Yes. With some type of emoji." I mumble once more and he laughs.
"I'll do it when we get in the car." I can sense that he's smiling as he says that.
"I'm enjoying this." He starts. "I'm enjoying this night."
"I am too." I open my eyes and look up at him.
"I'm gonna kiss you again." He tells me instead of asking.
He leans in once more and we share a brief kiss. I feel his tongue lightly touch my lips for an entrance but before I could let him he pulls away. I guess he was teasing me.
"I love kissing you." He tells me.
All I can do his smile and nod my head in agreement. I'm kind of speechless. I don't know if it's just from those amazing few moments of kissing, my thoughts about how I barely know him but I'm so comfortable with him, or this night all together; this view.
"We should get going." He says after a few minutes if silence.
"You're probably right." I sigh as I begin to sit up, freeing him as well.
"Don't fold the blanket," he tells me as that's what I begin to do, "we can use it in the car." He smiles.
I walk over to the passenger side and when I go to open the door it's closed shut on me.
"No, no." He smirks.
He puts his left hand against the widow and his right grabs my waist.
"Haven't you learned by now that you don't open doors, that's my job." He tells me as he's getting closer to my lips.
"I open them from the inside of the car. Or if I was to let you into my room." I reply.
"Don't be a smart-ass." He tells me as our lips meet for the third time within ten minutes. "And now I will open car doors for you when you're exiting as well." He mumbles against my lips.
"Not necessary." I tell him as we pull apart.
"We'll see." He opens the door for me and slams it lightly after I'm seated.
He pulls out his phone and I watch as he goes to contacts and clicks my name 'Bella.'
"Okay, changed it." He smiles. "What emoji did you want?" He asks.
"Surprise me." I tell him.
"There." He shows me his screen. It says 'love' and then has the emoji with the hearts for eyes along with the pink hearts.
"How lady like of you." I mock him from earlier this evening.
"Oh be quiet." He laughs as he puts his phone in the center console.
"Bella. Bella, wake up. We're here, love." I hear as I'm being lightly shaken. When I look over I see Harry.
I guess I fell asleep on the ride back to the hotel.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Don't apologize." He laughs. "You were tired. It was cute to watch you sleep. And hear you snore."
"I don't snore!" I gasp.
"Yes you do. I heard it."
"Liar."
"Maybe. But you won't ever know." He laughs.
We share a moment of silence as we look into each others eyes.
He leans over the console and puts his fingers lightly under my chin and tilts my head back as he kisses my lips. Soft and quick.
"That will never get old." He tells me as he pulls away.
I open up the door to exit his car before he can run over to the side and do that for me.
He puts his arm around my waist, seeming to become a routine thing, and we walk inside the hotel lobby. We stay quiet in the elevator besides his hilarious comment about the poster of a guy that someone had drew a mustache on.
"Oh hey guys!" Niall says as walk into our hotel wing.
"Hello." I drag out and smile. "How was Applebee's?"
"It was fun. God, Max went to give the waitress his number but she gave the receipt back and wrote 'no thanks' on it." He starts cracking up and Harry and I join him.
"Poor guy." Harry comments.
"Hilarious." Niall claims.
"Oh, hey Bella. Harry." Jethro approaches us as he walks out of the room. "How was your night?"
"Great. Really good." I tell him and Harry nods in agreement, his arm still around my waist.
"Good. We were just gonna go downstairs to the bar and watch the boxing match that they're playing again. You guys wanna come?" He asks.
"I'm actually really tired so I'm gonna go lay down." I tell them.
"Do you want me to come?" Harry asks.
"No, no. I'm good. You go though. Have fun." I tell him.
"You sure?"
"Positive." I smile.
"Alright." He smiles back.
"Goodnight, guys." I tell them as I hug Max.
"Tell me everything tomorrow." Jethro whispers in my ear after we share hug and he kisses my cheek.
"Maybe." I say as we pull away.
"Goodnight, Harry." I tell him as I go to hug him.
"Sleep well, love." He kisses my cheek and right after I kiss his nose.
"Thank you for a great night."
"Anytime." He smiles as I walk into my hotel room.
I'm beyond surprised when I see Cynthia laying in her bed.
"Oh hey!" I tell her.
"Hey, Bells." She strains.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask as I take off my shirt and exchange it for a t-shirt.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Period cramps." She laughs.
"Those are the worst."
"I fucking know." She agrees. "Tell me about your night." She sits up.
"Tell me about yours after? And last night?" I ask.
"Deal."
"Oh my god, so much happened."
Harry's P.O.V
"Are we ready?" Niall asks all of us boys as him and I are standing in the hallway.
I still have all those kisses that I shared with Bella stuck in my mind. And when she kissed my nose, cutest thing.
I don't know what it is about her but something is different; she's not like many others. She's so casual and content. Not only does she get excited over Pop-Tarts and frisbees, but diners too. The things we talk about, I realized it could be anything, are so easy to talk about. It's so comfortable with her. I want her. I want her to myself.
"Yeah, lets go." Ryan says as him, Max, and Jethro walked out. "Had to beg Lucy for a guys night." He complains.
"That sucks." I laugh.
"Tell me about it."
"So Harry," Jethro comes up to me "how was your night?"
"It was great, actually." I tell him.
It irritated me a little bit, no a lot, when he kissed Bella goodnight on the cheek but I know that shouldn't let that get to me. They've been friends for years and years, it's just a friendly exchange. Strangers greet each other that way.
"What'd you guys do?" He asks as we walk down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Max and Niall wanted to race.
"We just went out for dinner and then watched the skyline." I explain to him in a simple way.
"You didn't try to get with her or anything, right?" He asks.
"Excuse me?" I'm a bit astonished.
"You heard me." He doesn't say it with an attitude but more like a humorous way, so I let it go.
"No, I didn't. And I wouldn't." I really wouldn't. I like her too much and I don't even know her that well. Even though time has never really stopped me before when it comes to getting with a girl. But she's different.
"Good. I just, ya' know, I've hear about you."
"What have you heard?" I'm quite concerned.
"Just that you've had your fair share of women around here."
"And I have. But when I'm with someone or I like someone, that's not how it is. I'm not like that."
"You're with her?" He asks.
"No."
"You like her?"
"Yeah. And I think her feelings are mutual."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I mean, we kissed."
"You kissed her?" He asks surprised.
"Yeah. She kissed back. And we cuddled." I smile like a four year old boy who has his first crush.
"You hurt her, and I hurt you." He sternly warns me.
"Those aren't in my intentions, trust me."
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(Sorry if there's typos.)
