Pressure [hs au]

25 - Ample

(a/n: I changed the cover again, opinions?)

Word Count: 3630

"Run."

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"Jesus Christ Harry!" My breath is ragged as he basically drags me behind him. After the security guard had almost caught us, I just focused on not tripping while Harry lead me through the town.

It had gotten dark hours ago, and I had absolutely no concept of time thanks to my lovely phone dying, so I had no clue how long we were out.

Moments later we came to an abrupt stop, leaning against a brick wall at the entrance of an alley, both out of breath.

Harry drops my hand, glancing down to me.

"What?" He sounded curious as he rested his hands on top of his head, the sides of his coat sticking out.

"We lost him ages ago," I couldn't help the dry laugh that passed my lips, "we didn't have to run this much." I grin, operating completely on adrenaline now. 

This day seemed to never end.

"What time is it anyways?" His hands fall from his head, smoothly sliding into his pockets to retrieve his phone.

"Erm, 11:50." My eyes widen, although I wasn't shocked. We've been running late practically all day now.

In 10 minutes now, it would be Christmas Eve.

Amazing.

I shake my head, pushing myself off of the wall to stand in front of Harry.

"So, do you wanna head back to your home, or-," I nearly squeal from fright when his hands grab my hips, quite forcefully pulling me into him, "What are you-," words slip my mind and I pathetically kiss him back.

This was nowhere near good for my mental health. I swear, kissing him would drive me mentally insane someday.

Just as soon as my eyes flutter shut, I blink hard and (quite awkwardly) push myself off of him. I couldn't do this right now.

Everything that has happened between us in the past few days has been great, I don't know why I'm hesitating so much now. When we were on the plane I was obsessed with the idea of a relationship with him, and now I'm doubting everything before any of it has even happened.

Self-destructive much?

"What's wrong?" His voice is low and rushed, worry lacing his tone. So many things are wrong right now.

"Nothing, I just-, I'm not feeling that great all of a sudden." I bite my lip, forcing myself to stare at my feet. I was a horrible liar, and he knew that. Anyone could see that easily.

"Okay, let's go back home." He speaks so carefully and softly to me, like I was a glass figurine.

We walk down a familiar path, arms linked. It took barely 10 minutes before we were standing out on his front porch. He goes to unlock the door, but before I can process what I'm doing, I stop his hand with mine.

"Hmm?" I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze, feeling smaller and smaller as he stares down at me.

"Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun." I shoot him a small smile, feeling a million times better when he returns my grin.

"No problem, it didn't really go according to my plan, but it was still fun." He shrugs, turning back to the door. Oh? Could he sound less interested?

"Your plan?" I draw my eyebrows together, a confused expression taking over my features.

"Well yeah, my plan." His hand drops from the lock again and he turns back to me, leaning his shoulder against the door.