8 Years Later... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 - Aaron

I let go.

I closed my eyes, and let the rest of my thoughts floated away as I started living, cherishing the amazing moment I was granted. 

Harry's lips were on mine. I had no doubts. No regrets. Not yet. 

Harry wrapped his arm around the small of my back, and pulled me closer, not breaking the kiss for a moment. I felt his lips let out a light breath as he released a slight chuckle, out of astonishment and bliss. One of his hands moved up to my neck and he rested it there, holding it completely still. His warm touch immediately gave me goosebumps, sending chills down my spine. My pulse accelerated rapidly. His hand didn't grasp my neck, he was not aggressive or provocative. He was just holding me, his hand cupping the name of my neck. My heart was racing, but it was not out of sexual tension, or arousal. It was different, it was… intimate.  

This spark... The spark I'd felt since I was a kid. The spark I'd always felt when we talked, the one that could make me smile when he'd finish my sentences, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. The one that would make me laugh when he'd make a dumb joke that only I'd understand, even if it was in my expense. The one that would make me cry when I saw him with his head down in discouragement, his hopeless eyes holding back tears in his state of complete and utter vulnerability. The one that could make me feel something. It could make my mind, my body, my heart react to the point where I couldn't control it. I couldn't stop myself from smiling, or laughing, or crying. 

That spark... Had suddenly melted into something new, something amazing. What had always been a plutonic connection, was now a passionate spark. I could feel love and intimacy in the atmosphere as he held me, his grasp delicate and gentle. This could change everything. 

We slowly pulled our lips apart, breaking the kiss, stealing a few more quick pecks on each others lips as we rested our foreheads against one another's. Our breathing was heavy and nervous as we looked into each other's eyes. I smiled at Harry and he let out a slight giggle, placing his hand on my heart.

I mimicked his motion, placing my hand on his chest and feeling his fast heartbeat. We both let out a sigh, smiling wide. 

"Erm…Wow. Hah." Harry said, with a slight nervous chuckle. He bit his lip, and grabbed my hands.

"We, uh, we should talk about this." I suggested. Harry nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, yeah. We should." 

I took a deep breath. God, this was confusing. At this exact moment, I found myself at a milestone in my life. This could change everything, and that certainly goes for Harry as well. My heart was pounding like a hammer in my chest at the thought of diving into a relationship with Harry. This was all happening so fast, and I can't say I did or didn't like it, I felt like I lacked control. I really had to contemplated my next move… I had to be smart and rational about this.

"So um, I-I… Like. You." I finally confessed, looking him in the eyes fearfully. 

"I like you, too." he immediately replied, smiling wide. There was a long silence, we were just staring at each other, breathing slowly. We said nothing for about a minute... I bit my lip.

"Good talk." I breathed quickly, before eagerly attaching my lips to his again. I held on to his face, kissing him more passionately than last time. 

I know this was dumb and reckless of me but I didn't care. None of this made sense, but the only thing that made sense to me was that I needed to feel his lips on mine again and that I had strong feelings for this boy. I didn't want this moment to end, I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could.