Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 5: Hypnosis

Chapter 5: Hypnosis

Whitney POV:

Song- Beside You: 5SOS :D

His emerald eyes locked with mine, digits pushing back the curls on his forehead with a lazy smile.

"I love you." I whispered.

His brow knitted, dimples finding their way to the crevices of his cheeks.

"I love you too Whitney."

Before I could process the words that rolled off Harry's lips, they were pressed to mine.

My arms snugly linked behind his neck, pulling him in closer by the few inches he had on me to deepen the kiss.

His tongue skimmed across my glossed lips.

I easily granted him access.

The kiss was needy, passionate.

Yet slow, taking the breath hitching in my lungs just for it to be trapped in my throat instead.

My digits laced in his thick chestnut curls, pulling gently at the nape of his neck.

"Mhm," Harry hummed as his dimples pressed against my cheeks.

His grip on my waist tightened as he walked me backwards until my body was pressed flat against the wall, hair fanned out behind my shoulders.

I let out a giggle as a subtle thud echoed through the room from impact, a chuckle escaping his.

"What," Harry paused to catch his breath, "What do you want to do?" He leaned in closer to seductively whisper in my ear.

A shiver signaled down my paralyzed frame.

I didn't recognize my own voice, "you." I lowly spoke, peering up nervously from my lashes.

He fought a grin, a twinkle firing behind the white iris' in his eyes.

"What was that?" Harry teased, tilting his head with an amused expression.

My fingers curled the thin material of his white tee. Taking my lip between my bottom teeth as I caught another glimpse of the tattoos beneath. They had my stomach fluttering, mind brimming with impulsive desires.

"You. I want you."

"You have me."

My cheeks burned to a shade of red, "I want you, want you."

Harry's expression turned serious, lips pressing together in a line, eyes searching mine for any signals of doubt.

"Y-You're sure a-about this?" Harry stammered with an intense stare.

"I'm sure." I shakily breathed.

"I-I need to hear you say it Whit." Harry rushed, his warm palm kneading the skin over my left hip bone, index moving in a horizontal motion to the right.

I hovered my lips above his, "Yes. Yes Harry I'm sure."

His hand slipped from my skin, moving with his other to cup my face in the palm of his hands.

Lips descending to mine in one swift movement.

And everything after, and before that, was nothing more than a dream;

Literally.

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Harry POV:

I spun my phone in sync with the second hand on the clock above me.