Breath

chapter 18-beanie

I stop running and stand there staring at the back of harry. his wavy/curly hair isn't styled, he's wearing a tight tshirt, sweat pants, and a beanie.

those beanies always get me. damn.

Harry turns quickly on his heal to face me, and his cheeks turn pink, obviously embarrassed.  we stand there for a moment just looking st eachother, when he sees Stacey finally make her way in behind me.

"Eb.. I-" he begins to say, but I cut him off, "harry. its okay. really."

I go over to him and he smiles, his dimples deep, and his eyes red and I let Harrys arms hold me there in a strong hug, forgetting the day in the park, forgetting the fight, forgetting Louis and Stacey stamd there watching this.

"I hate seeing you cry babe." I whisper in his ear, and he kisses my forehead.

"I hate seeing you leave.." he responds moving the kisses down my neck.

"Oh, come on mate!" Louis shout with a laugh and dramatically sheilds his eyes.

once Louis and stacey leave, I put my hands on my hips and look around.

"it looks like a tornando came through here." I joke  begining to pick up some clothes.

"Leave 'em," harry says, "atleast for tonight" he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in again for another kiss. I can't even decsribe how good it feels to have him kiss me again.

"I'm tired." I whisper pulling away slightly, only to be kissed again.

"come on." Harry winks and drags me into the bedroom.

this time harry slams the door behind him and pushes me up against it, kissing me hard.

holy shit.

he then takes one hand and tangles it in my hair, the other holding my hip against the door, deeping the kiss. Next he grinds his hips into mine, I can feel his hard below me, making me moan. Then harry takes my hand, walks backwards so he sits on the bed, and I stand inbetween his legs, our lips not missing a beat.

He wraps his hand around my back and finds the zipper to my dress and gently pulls it down, letting the expensive dress fall to the ground. Harry then leans back on tue bed and I climb ontop of him kissing his neck, which is a weakness of his.

suddenly harry flips me over and is ontop of me, and begins to move his hand down my stomach to the top of my panties.

oh my godddd.

and he slips his hand in but i squirm and move his hand, "Not yet Harry..."

he looks a bit shocked but nods and lays down next to me, "okay." he says very relaxed.

we lay there quietly for a while, our breathing syncing with each other, and our limbs tangled together.

"will you be my girlfriend?" Harry asks quietly muzziling his face into my neck.

"of course harry" I whisper back kissing his forehead.