Bold As Love

Chapter 3

I walked outside through the automatic doors to sit on the curb to wait for my mother to pick me up. Naturally, she was late. I sighed. I must have been sitting there for no longer than five minutes before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to find Harry. My heart began to race, and for some quite odd reason a deep blush made it's way onto my cheeks, I tried to cover it up but Harry must have seen because he chuckled.

"May I?" his deep voice sounded, referring to the space next to me on the curb. I nodded because what else would I say?

"I'm Harry, I guess I haven't properly introduced myself." He extended his hand out for mine. I accepted it.

"Stevie." I said rather harshly. I don't want to speak harshly towards Harry, but that's how my voice seems to be coming out right now. Of course.

I turned to try and apologize to him for being harsh, and my lips met his. I was taken by surprise, and it took me a quick moment to actually figure out what was happening. His lips were soft, and his lips ring was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted more. I began to move my lips in sync along with his. I felt him smile into the kiss, and I smiled back. His hand wrapped around my waist and I tangled my fingers into the soft curls on the back of Harry's neck. We both pulled away to catch our breath.

A few seconds later, my mother pulled up in her old Volkswagen beetle.

I turned to Harry, once again. "I gotta go." He stood, as well as I, and nodded. "See you around Harry." I smiled. He looked into my eyes and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against my forehead. My senses filled with the smell of mint and cigarettes. Comforting really. I know he didn't mean to show affection like that in front of my mother, but I am so glad he did.

As soon as I shut the door, my mother was bombarding me with question after question about Harry and the group. They were coming at me like a semi truck.

"Mom!" I yelled, quieting her. "Support group sucked, his name is Harry, and no we aren't dating!" My mother looked startled.

"Oh. Okay, fine. Don't tell me." She said and I rolled my eyes. She looked out the window at Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking at his shoes. "He's cute though..." She trailed off. I smiled to myself, and thought 'yeah.' thinking this, though, I blushed. My mom saw and smiled.  

(I am so sorry that this chapter is so short ! ily <3)