Skylar Tomlinson never could have seen Harry Styles coming. Well, she might have, had she been looking up. Her impulsivity and short temper coupled with Harry's taunting comments prove to be the same as fire and gasoline mixing - an epic explosion...
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I feel like this song really sets the mood for this chapter but maybe that's just me.
''Don't forget about me, don't forget about me...even when I doubt you.''
¬ doubt by 21 pilots.
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"This," Harry said, with his soothing voice, a teasing tone to his words.
I searched for his eyes but found that they were looking down, at my lips. This is not happening. No. I am dreaming. He bit his lower lip and his eyes finally met mine. The silence was killing me and so was the lack of movement. His expression was intense, his green eyes were staring into mine, I could see myself in them. There was something about his gaze that made me question his reasons for coming here.
Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned in close and covered my mouth with his. This bewildered me far more than words could describe and my blank expression said it all. I just let him kiss me, I was unable to move, I was put in a trance by his lips, frozen in place, stuck to the ground. Once he realized I wasn't budging, he pulled away.
"Kiss me back," he murmured, remaining at the same distance, so close I could feel his hot, minty breath on my mouth. I couldn't help but wonder if his heart was beating as loud and fast as mine was or if my touch made him tingle just like his made mine. Or if my name erupted this volcano of feelings inside of him, just like his did.
"No," I said, my voice sounding like I was about to cry.
"Kiss me Skai." The moment he said my name I lost it, It had been so long since I heard his voice but much longer since I heard him say my name. "I-I need you," he said but he needn't have because I was going to kiss him either way.
He cupped my face, kissing my lips once more. He intensified the kiss, searching for a desperately reaction. I couldn't resist anymore and this time I didn't hold back one bit, I was hungry for something I couldn't explain. His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer. My hands cupping his face. My emotions were roiling. Desire was transmitted passionately through our kiss. Our tongues fought for a taste and soon we were both breathing rapidly. There'd been no hesitancy in the kiss, and every time we kissed and he pulled back, I wanted more, not giving us a chance to breathe. The kiss began rough but it was slowly gaining passion. I had missed the taste of his lips and the feeling that came along with it. This time I responded affectionately, returning the kiss eagerly. I felt high from his lips, the feeling from drinking vodka and his lips felt the same. The kiss made me feel drunk, drunk I may as well be because no person in their right mind would image this shit. He tilted my head to kiss me, and then nudged it aside instead to reach my neck. We both pulled away simultaneously and stared at each other, both out of breath. My heart was about to explode. I think we were both thinking the same thing 'holy fuck'.
He led me to the bed and I pulled myself onto his lap. He leaned in and kissed me again, pausing our kiss to take off my shirt and connecting again. His lips felt soft touching mine. I can say that I've fully mastered the art of multitasking at this point, since I was kissing Harry and unbuttoning his shirt simultaneously. What would happen if Ezra burst through the door right now though? Damn that would be awkward. By now I truly didn't care if this was a dream or not. Harry broke the kiss and his hands fell to the button on my jeans, unbuttoning it.
