He's Dangerous

Chapter 4

"How was it?"

I smiled and raised .my eyebrows at Angie.

"Tell me," she pushed, smiling widely.

"It was.. just a kiss."

"Just a kiss? boring! Was it sexy? Was it hot?"

I shook my head. "It was nice," I said, smiling.

"Do you think it was his sister who walked in," Angie asked making me nod.

"Definitely. She looked so much like him," I said, Angie nodding in agreement.

"At least his mum didn't walk in! That would have been embarrassing."

"What like how my mum walked in?"

"Yea, but you two weren't kissing, you were just talking about the script."

"True," I said, nodding and smashing my lips together, the kiss still etched into my brain.

"Does she look badass?"

"No. She was wearing a yellow shirt and white jeans."

"Oh. Nevermind. Is she pretty?"

I looked at Angie, waiting for her to get it.

"Oh right. She's related to Harry. Of course," Angelia said, smiling. "What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything, really. She just gave me this look," I said, taking a sip from my water bottle.

"Like she gave you the death stare," Angie gasped while I laughed.

"No, Angie! It was like.. she was trying not to laugh. Like.. the look someone gives you before they wink at you."

"She.. flirted with you?"

"Oh my God, Ange."

"What? Fine. Is she in school?"

"No way, maybe college."

"Well," Angie started, smiling all the while, "be careful," she finished making me groan.

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The next day seemed to fly by and pretty soon Harry was standing in front of me in front of the whole English class as we recited our lines. It was nerve racking and I could barely hear what Harry was saying thanks to the loud beating of my heart. 

"Then don't move, while I act out my prayer," Harry said, like he had said three times before, and each time my palms would start to sweat and I'd die with anticipation of what was about to happen. This kiss was even better than the last. One thing ruined it though; the cheering coming from the football players.

"Now my sin has been taken from my lips by yours." Harry was smirking, his cheeks a light pink, his eyes greener than ever.

"Then do my lips now have the sin they have taken from yours," I asked, frowning slightly, Harry doing the same.

"Sin from my lips? You encourage crime with your sweetness," Harry said, holding my hand tighter.

"Give me my sin back," he said softly and I wondered if the people at the back of the class could hear the words. 

I realized I didn't care at all when my lips touched Harry's, warm and slow. Harry's hand left mine and I felt it rest on my hips, his warmth effecting me through my sweater. I pulled back suddenly when I felt his tongue slide along my bottom lip.

Harry grinned and looked over my head to Miss. Maree.

"Well done you two, very nice. Who's next? how about Zayn and Brian? Come on up," Miss. Maree said, smiling at me as she spoke.