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Chapter 15

The night went on for as long as we could remember. My feet were tired from all the dancing but I honestly didn't want the night to end yet. It simply was a night to remember because Margo and Luke actually liked Harry for me. I also like him, I know I do. But there was just something that kept trapping me on the inside and I don't feel good about it. It's not a great feeling in my stomach, and I don't actually know what to do about it anymore. 

He danced like no one was watching. I checked my phone for a bit and saw that it was already 23:47 displayed on the screen. I didn't have to think twice of going to work tomorrow because I already know it was impossible. He looked at me and just smirked for no reason at all.

"Is there an appropriate reason why you just smirked at me or do I have to guess?" He does it again, now moving a bit closer, like it was just us in the middle of the dancefloor but getting pushed by dozens of sweaty shitheads. Margo and Luke were at the other end of the room at the moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked, now he just stood there, bit amazed at my reactions.

"Oh, dear God you don't know what I want to do to you right now..." as he bit his lip and breathed out heavily. I looked at him once more as we both rushed to go to the nearest restroom. He started kissing me while his hands went down and I just continued to moan in excitement. We went in the girl's restroom because he said he didn't want the other guys to look at me after this.

"You're all mine tonight." He groaned as his hands dug deeper my garments. And I could feel him get closer inside me but he pulled away.

"Wh-what's wrong?" I asked.

"Fuck, I need you. I-I need YOU."

And in those words, I knew what he meant.

"Do you want to go home?" I ask as I play with his hair.

"I already am." he smiles at me.

"I don't know what to say, Harry."

"Don't say anything."

"Okay." And we kissed.

Harry's POV

I felt everything. I felt happy, safe. I felt like I was home. I knew what was about to happen after smirking at this beautiful human being right in front of me. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, as I felt mesmerized with how her eyes looked into mine. She breathed heavily, so did I, after we released the feeling of not being touched by each other for a long period of time, which was only a few weeks ago.

I knew right then and there, that I liked her too much. I liked how she could laugh at my jokes even though I knew it wasn't near as funny, and I like how she walks up to me and kisses my nose when I wake up late, and how she would smile at my goofiness every now and then, and how she likes it when I massage her shoulders with her usual groans, and how she would sing to me when she thinks I'm already asleep even if I'm only pretending to be, and how she would tease me off whether I was in the mood or not, and how she opens her arms for me when I desperately need a hug from her. I like her so much, and I don't know if I could hold it in longer.

"I fucking like you, Ava." I never noticed how long I was thinking of her and the fact that I even said something out loud that I knew I shouldn't have yet. But there was a part of me that wanted for it to happen.

"What?" she asked without losing eye contact with me. Her expression never changed, she was still in shock but at the same time happy about us being there.