Figuring It Out

Chapter 10

"You."

As soon as the words are out of Harry's lips, he stands up and starts pacing around my room, tugging on the ends of his hair. I get up as well, standing in front of him. I place my hands on his cheeks, and force him to make eye contact.

"Good. That is all I wanted to hear."
I whisper to him.

He smiles, and the next thing I know, his arms are snug around my waist, and my arms are around his neck, playing with his curls, as our lips are molded together in a gentle kiss.

We pull away at the same time, foreheads resting against each other's. A wide smile is on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I set my eyes on yours, three years ago."
His hot, minty breath fans across my face.

"Now that you've done it once, I think you should do it again."
I say, honesty in every word.

He smiles, and connects our lips together. Sparks fly, just like the one moments ago. It lasts a little bit longer than the first one, but every moment feels just as perfect.

When we pull away, Harry wraps my hand up in his.

Tied up exactly like two ships. They fit together perfectly, the puzzle finally completed.

We stroll out of my room, and head into the kitchen, hearing Niall yelling at Liam for apparently cheating from the game room.

When we finally enter the kitchen, after a quick kiss on the cheek from Harry, the silence is a little crazy.

El and Louis are staring at us like we are animals in a zoo exhibit. Soon after, a loud squeal and a 'Nice job mate!' are heard. El gives me a look that says, ' I will hear every detail' while Lou and Harry chest bump. I laugh at them, and lean against the counter. I soon feel tattooed arms wrap around my waist, and Harry's minty smell surrounds me as he rests his head on mine. El lightly sighs, looking at us with satisfaction on her face. Lou takes a seat at a bar stool, pulling her on his lap as he goes.

We all talk about our plans tonight, El declaring about how she 'absolutely HAS' to do my hair, not moving much.

As we all hear Liam, Niall, and Zayn quickly approaching, Louis and Eleanor's eyes open wide, and Harry darts to the other side of the counter, away from me. I feel my brows nestle together at the loss of contact, but I quickly regain myself as Liam enters.

As the three boys stop laughing, Liam's phone beeps, alerting him that he got a text. When he ducks his head down to read and respond, Harry sends me an adorable pout from across the room. I send one back and jerk my head toward Liam, while rolling my eyes. He and Louis choke back laughter, as Lou saw the pissed gesture I shot my annoyingly protective older brother.

When Liam sets his phone down, he looks a lot happier. I instantly recognize it as his 'I just talked to a girl I really like' face. The main reason I could tell was because I grew up with that face.

I was going to figure out who it is.