Candy Man - Harry Styles

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I haven't talked to Harry in a while, and I can't help but feel saddened by that.

My mother says I should stay focused on school and that's it. So anytime I ask to go do something she's says no.

It's kind of ridiculous if you ask me.

It was just after ten pm as I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling.

I was a little shook when I heard my mothers car door open, close, and then drive off.

I had no idea where she was going and I didn't care. I wanted to see Harry.

I opened my door and ran down then stairs, almost tripping.

I slipped out the front door and walked across the grass to Harry's front door.

My small hand came up to the door as my knuckles hit the hard surface.

Thirty seconds later it swung open revealing him with a questioning look.

"My mom left, and I wanted to see you." I sighed and I tapped my bare foot on the con create. 

"Well if she comes back and you get in trouble it's not my fault." He states has he opens the door, motioning for me to come in.

Some old song played quietly as we walked through the house to the living room.

We sat on his very fancy looking couch,

"How are baby?" His raspy voice echoed throughout the huge room.

I smiled lightly, "I'm good, I got all A's and B's on my report card."

"That's great."

Tiredness struck my body, has laid my head on his shoulder.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?" I hummed softly.

"Come here." His hands were placed on my waist pulling me onto his lap.

My legs were on either sides of his and my hair had fallen into my face.

I giggled looking down at him.

He had this look, a glint in his eyes.

One of his hands left my waist and came to my cheek slowly moving my body closer to him.

"Beautiful." He whispered before placing his plump pink lips onto mine.

The room felt ten degrees hotter as we kissed, my hands resting on one of his arms and the other on his chest.

Are lips moved slowly, as our noses brushed each other.

I can't explain the feeling.

Fullness?

All I know was I didn't want it to stop, but I pulled away as I couldn't breath.

He stared at me, breathing slightly heavy.

He played with my hair,

And smiled at me.

"Beautiful."