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sixty two

"Let me come in for a sec?" Harry asked.

"Sure," I said as I opened the door to my apartment to find Aria, charmingly dressed in baggy grey sweatpants and a black sports bra, spread out on the couch.

"Hey, Ar." I greeted her.

She turned her head around and gave us a small smile. "Hey."

"How are you, my little sunshine?" Harry shut the door behind him.

"Good. I'm watching Breaking Bad. Want to join?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

"I would love to, but I'm just about to get going." Harry said, following me into the kitchen. "But you look very comfortable and I wouldn't want to bother you."

"Maybe next time." Aria yawned and Harry hummed in response, ducking into the kitchen with me.

"You want something?" I asked Harry, opening up my fridge and peering inside, seeing what we had.

Harry grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing him, my back pressed against the fridge. He stepped in front of me and pressed his palms on the fridge door on either side of me, trapping me.

"I want you." His inches was inches away from mine.

"Oh, shut up." I laughed.

He laughed in return, his adorable dimples carving his cheeks as he did so. "No, but seriously. I really want you with me tonight."

"You can stay at my place and hang out with me and Aria while I study." I offered with an goofy and optimistic smile.

"You know I can't do that." He shook his head sadly, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah." I teased. "You're just too cool for little old me."

"You know that's not true." Harry kissed me and I kissed him back. "Getting into this club is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can't miss that."

"I know." I cocked my head to the side and pouted my bottom lip. "And I want you to have fun tonight, Harry. I do."

"You're the best."

"But you have to be safe. Be smart. Don't do anything stupid." I knew that I was nagging but I couldn't help it.

"You're nervous." Harry observed, biting down hard on his jaw.

"No."

"Yes."

"Maybe." I exhaled loudly, giving in. "I can't help but be a little anxious. You can't blame me for being a little nervous about my flirty boyfriend hanging around gorgeous women and expensive alcohol all night."

"I'm your flirty boyfriend now, huh?" Harry grabbed my waist and hoisted me up against the fridge, my legs naturally wrapping around him.

"Don't sound so surprised." I laced my arms around his neck. "I must've called you that before."

"It's just nice to hear you say it." The corner of his lips tugged into a slight smile. "So, we're actually going to try this."

"Mhmm." I hummed. "Whatever this is."

"Whatever this is." He repeated under his breath before pressing his pouty lips against mine, his touch light and innocent yet somehow still powerful and loaded.

I opened my mouth against him as I kissed him back, and it was pure magic. The way his lips connected with mine. It was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness around the fresh term of 'Harry's official girlfriend' and my underlying secret of going away to Philadelphia in just a few months, something inside me changed, never to be reversed.