Into The Night

Fifty-Four

"Aren't you supposed to be really tired by now?" Taylor asked.

Now, we're in her room. She just changed into her normal clothes and I have as well, normal shirts and all. Four AM, inside her room with most of her family already asleep. . . you'd think I'd be very tired by now but honestly, I can stay awake until morning comes around. Her party ended an hour ago, that piece of paper I gave her had the note, Meet you at the clock. But technically, I meant her clock in her room.

I sighed, "I am tired but I've got plenty of time to rest up." I answered sleepily with a smile.

Taylor kept her lights on as she tried to make her hairstyle back to normal, standing in front of her vanity mirror. I figured there were quite too many hairpins and too much hairspray was put on her.

My nose wrinkled as I stood up and walked towards her. "Here, let me--"

I carefully started taking the hairpins, in, under. . . it's a bit harsh. I wonder how girls even put up with this.

"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" I asked, my nose crinkled a bit as I realised, if someone was listening from the outside, that'll sound so wrong.

She laughed, "You sound like it really can hurt."

"It doesn't?" I asked, quite surprised. "Sorry, I uh, I don't know anything about this."

I kept removing the hairpins until I think it's all gone. I slowly fix her hair until it falls down in a curly style.

"You look amazing," I said, looking at the two of us in the mirror. "Anyways, have you opened the gift yet?"

"Yes," She answered. "But you told me that was your favourite. I -- I can't--"

"Where is it?" I asked.

She took the small black box from the table and handed it to me. I took out the silver necklace with the paper airplane charm in it.

"I am every bit sentimental on my things. I don't just give things, especially not my favourite ones," I said with a smile. "But I want you to have this."

I put the necklace around her neck, my fingers slowly trailing on the inches of her skin. I locked it and leaned my head to hers, the scent of her hair overwhelming my senses.

Taylor closed her eyes, "Thanks, Harry."

"Mmhmm," I gently pulled her hair back and kissed her softly on the neck.

As I was so close to her, I felt her tense up. Her breathing was slow and yet nervous.

She turned around and laid her lips against mine. My hands are at her neck and around her waist as I pulled her closer to me.

Slowly, gently, I've made her lips move along with mine, carefully making sure that I don't get it wrong. Whereas she, was getting a bit more atwitter as seconds pass by.

I could hear her slightly humming. . . only, it stopped once I started pulling her, never breaking the kiss. I slowly spun around and leaned her against her own bed.

There was barely a thought that had kept me from doing these things. My senses are all acting up, saying it's what I wanted. I could feel the addicting sensation all over my body.

Suddenly, I wasn't as careful as I was earlier. The moment I felt my body against hers, there was this feeling that's saying I couldn't stop. My fingers played with her hair and my other hand was touching her bare back.

Suddenly, I hesitated.

We're reckless, we've always been that way but somehow, something is telling me not to. My insides were fighting against each other, two paths, one event leading to another and I can't decide.