your touch my comfort

Chapter 8

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❝ She had the kind of eyes
that predisposed
you to supporting her
every endeavor.❞

—John Green

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Harry's POV

He's kissing me back, and for a moment everything around me stops, it's just Louis and me with his soft lips between mine, as if we're not lying in the grass and there's no one around that might see us, his kisses were soft and gentle and I can't help but melt under him, though I'm literally under him.

We pulled apart, panting, damn our lungs for demanding air when I've been waiting for this moment ever since the first time he walks in our diner, He gets off of me and I sit up, the touch of his lips still lingering on mine, I let out a shaky breath before looking at him.

He is staring at me, and based on the look on his eyes he is regretting it.

Shit.

"Sorry" Is all I say before I ran away from him.

Fuck him for kissing me back or fuck me for kissing him.

Do I regret it? No, definitely not. I would never regret it, but I wanted to, just so I can prove that our feelings are mutual, that I don't like him. Because I can't like him if he don't like me the same way.

I locked the door behind me and flopped down on the bed.

"You're so stupid Harry" I slap my forehead in frustration, then the look on his face flashes through me when we pulled apart, What's the point of kissing me back when he will regret it after? The look he gave me was enough to crush my hopes, that maybe we'll be beyond friends. I'm just hurting myself. But I like the pain, shit. I'm crazy, Louis is making me insane in a bad mental way.

I heard a knock from the door. I lay still, waiting for whoever it was to speak up. Because I'm certain I won't open it, if Louis was the one behind the door. I'm embarrassed as fuck already with him and I don't think I have a face to show him, after I let my hormones take over me and snog him.

"Harry it's Niall." I closed my eyes in relief and stood up.

"What?" I ask.

"Let me in" He says, slapping my hand away from the door frame that I purposely put to blocked him from entering.

"What?" I ask again closing the door behind me. He flops down on the sofa so I sat on the edge of the bed, we're across from one another, so he can stare at me with those questioning eyes that I've grown accustomed to.

"You saw it Niall" I grumble under my breath.

"Yes." He answers, as if I asked a question, then he folds his hands as if he's my older brother that was about to interrogate me. Well, he's always been like that ever since my hormones starts to kick in and I started dating boys.

"Harry," he starts, I face palmed. Here we go again.

"I'm not a kid Niall, I know what I'm doing!" I'm exhilarating, I know that.

"I haven't said a word?" he is calm, but I'm not.

"Fine, " I say rolling my eyes.

"You're free to fall in love with him Harry, no one's going to stop you with that, I can even be the judge if you decide to get married, but, I just, It's just that- " he exhales and I remained silent, waiting for him to finish his lecture.