Her Highness h.s

Chapter 12 (Not me, but Her)

I hate letting people know my weaknesses, it gives people a chance to hurt me or make fun of me.

Thunderstorm was one of my few weaknesses that no one knew about.

Except Harry now.

I quickly remove myself from him and stand up. He does the same and shakes off the sand from his hair.

"No, I'm not" I try to disagree, but when another thunder strikes, I run towards him and he welcomes me with open arms and holds me tightly by my waist. Our clothes are soaking wet, from the rain, that seems to get heavier every second.

"Hey" he utters as he grabs my chin and tilts my head up, so that our eyes meet. "You're safe now. I won't let it hurt you, I promise" he says, with his emerald eyes shining, letting me know that he's speaking the truth.

The worst thing about the fear was that I didn't have anyone to turn to, I used to cry and freak out, but not now. This time, this time he's here and for the first time in my life, I feel safe.

Everything and everyone slowly becomes blurry, except him.

He cups my cheek and smiles. Seeing waterdrops falling from his tanned skin, I can honestly say I'm captivated by him. I'm looking at his full lips, wanting them to collide with my needy lips.

His hand begins to run the lenght of my arm as he leans towards me, only being a few inches away, I can smell hint of mint from his zealous breath that drives shivers through my aching body. He hesitates first a little but finally after couple seconds, he crashes his lips with mine. The kiss is soft, with a lightly controlled yearning. I suck some of the rain from his bottomlip. He pushes his tounge againts the inside of my mouth. He pulls me closer by my waist and presses his body hard againts my body. My hands moves to his hair and I start pulling it roughly. His mouth moves quickly from my lips, to my jawline, leaving delicate and wet kisses all over it. He's holding me with intensity that only makes me want to sink deeper in him.

He nuzzles my neck and kisses the sensitive skin, my sweet spot just below my ear. Just when a deep moan escapes from his throat, the wrongness of this passionate action of ours stabbs me. I never want it to stop, but it has to stop.

I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away from me. Our breath is heavy from our sinful action. He looks at me with an suprised expression when I wipe my mouth with my arm.

"Can you call Jess? It's been over a hour now" I remark. What I really meant was that you have a girlfriend, who appears to be my bestfriend. This was so wrong, in so many ways, but yet it felt so right.

"Um.. S-she texted me earlier, saying that she can't make it. I forgot to tell you, because of the storm and you know..." he tells me while putting his hands in the front pockets of his tight jeans.

"I have to go" I force a smile and start to walk away from him. He doesn't follow, but somehow I find myself wanting him to follow me and hug me, telling me everything is going to be allright. I take a last glance at him hoping that I will catch his eye but he is just staring at his feet.

I start walking to my car. I shake my head and hit my forhead with my palm because of the mistake I've made. I can only imagine how Jess will react after she finds out about our make out session.

I have to act like it never happened and I hope that Harry realizes that it's better to keep quiet about this disaster.

And Harry, what was he thinking.

He's with Jess.

I hope that this unfamiliar fluttering in my stomach stops and I can start to hate him again.

I just have to keep reminding myself that he has a girlfriend.

He loves her. Not me.

A/N : so the chapter was short but I wanted to put this whole scene in it's own chapter :) comment&vote<3