19 Rules [on-going]

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*A/N : Haven't done a spell check or proof read or anything, sorry about the mistakes you might find. enjoy. READ VOTE COMMENT!*

“Harry! What the hell?” I rub the ghost of his lips off of mine. And step back, creases probably quite prominent on my face. And yet, they remain hidden by the poor lighting the moon provides us.

“Oh, don’t you dare push this on me. You kissed me right back.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to say next.

“Diana.” I say, with an almost inaudible volume. But it doesn’t fail to get his attention, as that one word processes his eyes lose their remaining color. His face drains, and he looks back at me with no expression at all.

His lips tremble, as if he was about to say something, but he shuts them to form a straight line. I don’t understand why that one name has such a strong impact on him.

“You kissed me, Harry. Despite the fact that you have a girlfriend out there.”

“You don’t know Diana,” he replies through gritted teeth, his fists clenched.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know about her!” I spit at him, every passing second infuriating me.

“If me having a girlfriend means so much to you, then why did you kiss me back Leah? Why did you?”

“I was lost in the moment.”

“So was I.”

We both look at each other, with nothing more to say. “Good Night Leah,”

“Good Night, Harry.”

I don’t sleep because I can’t. The only thing my head’s buzzing with is the feel of Harry cold, tasteless lips against mine. How his fingers barely caressed my cheeks, how the cold wind had no effect on me at that moment, and how the warmth of his touch overwhelmed me.

Why did I kiss him? Because I wanted to. Nothing stopped me, not even for a fraction of a second. I just did, and then I regretted it. Did i? I did. I can’t make up my mind!

I shut my eyes close, and force myself to fall asleep. But I lose myself in thought of Harry again. I do like him, I really do. Don’t I?

No; I shouldn’t. I shake my head and fall asleep with a blank head.

I wake up after three hours, and I’m still late according to Liam’s plan. The past fifteen minutes I’ve spent groaning and cribbing. And Haley – feeling sympathetic towards me, for god knows what reason – did all my work.

“Will you stop already? I’ve already packed your bag, I refilled your bottles and I still haven’t asked you why you went out of the tent last night. So can you please tone down your I’m-not-a-morning-person act?”

I fold my arms and stare at her blankly, she’s never snapped at me – well, not with such high intensity. So, I don’t really know how to react to her.

But what she said, finally processes in my head. And I’m reminded of last night again.

“You don’t need to know what I do every single night, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to know if I murdered someone.”

“What are you hiding?” she asks, picking up on my failed attempt to hide a secret. It’s not really a secret, but it sure as hell is something I don’t want to share with her.

“I’m not going to tell you, and you know very well you can’t make me cave in!” saying that, I walk out of the tent and bump into Dustin.

“Morning love,” he says, with a wide grin plastered along his – now tanned – face.