Concealed

nineteen

Noelle's POV

Our lips collided, sending jolts and electric waves through my body. His Long fingers pressed into my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me in further, pressing our bodies together. It seems as if he doesn't want any space between us.

The kiss slowed down, and Harry pulled away. He kept out foreheads touching as in put both of his hands on the sides on my face and stared harshly into my green eyes.

"Then I'll say it. I like you," he breathed and my heart rate sped up. He brushed his thumb backs and forth on my cheekbone.

"I like you too Harry. I just didn't want to admit it."

"I know," he chuckled as he smirked and pecked my lips again. He tried to pull away again, but I continued to pepper his lips in small pecks.

"Want me to take you home?" He asked.

"Yeah, please. I don't want to drink anymore," I laughed. He laced out fingers together and we walked to the car.

"Wait Harry,"

"What?"

"I'll drive, you've drank more than I have." I said.

"Yeah but that kinda sobered me up," he admitted.

"Yeah, no," I said snatching the keys from him, and hopping into the drivers seat of his range rover. This car was way more luxurious than mine.

"Be careful, this is my baby," he slurred as he strapped his seatbelt on across his chest and snapped it in the holder.

"Whatever," I laughed as I turned the key, lighting the ignition.

"So, how long have you had an attraction to me Ms. Secretive?" He asked in a playful voice.

"That's me, I'm a vault."

"What's that's supposed to mean?" He said turning his head from the windshield to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Like a safe. I'm a vault, no one can open me. I'm full of secrets," I shrugged.

"Where'd you come up with that," he laughed.

"Well if you're going to laugh at me I'm not going to tell you," I fake pouted.

"No okay I'm sorry, I'll take you serious. Promise," he said holding out his pinky. I laughed and wrapped my pinky around his.

"Well when I was younger, when my mother, father and I actually had a good relationship, my mom always told me to keep my secrets to myself because there would come a time where I would only have myself. People tell secrets. I've never wanted mine told, so I've always kept them to myself."

"Wow," he said unable to say anything else.

"What?"

"Well that's just really deep. I would've never expected an answer like that. It seems I find out something new about you everyday. I actually like that about you. People are just so open to the point there's nothing to learn anymore and it's refreshing that I don't know anything about you yet I've known you for about two weeks now." He said. He stared out the window, and a light rain began to patter on the windshield. I turned on the wipers, so I could still see the road. "I want to know you."

"Then get to know me," I said.

***

I pulled into Harry's driveway, and turned the engine off. I just sat there for a moment, listening to the rain fall on the windshield. Harry sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed in the passenger seat. I let everything soak in. He actually likes me? He actually has genuine feelings for me, and wants to know me? I ran my fingers through my hair, and let out a sigh. I'm so happy but yet I'm confused at the same time. I've never let anyone since my mom left, and I had intended on keeping it that way, but maybe Harry is different. Maybe I can trust him like he says I can.

He groaned, and fluttered his eyes next to me as the rain picked up.

"Were here," I said.

"Will you stay?"

"What?"

"Will you stay with me? Please," he begged and whined at the same time.

"I-"

"I'll have you back at whatever time you need tomorrow. Please, Noelle."

I sighed, and ignored my internal infliction, "yes, let's go," I said as I pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Should we wait for the rain to let up?"

"No, let's go," he said. "Ready? One, two, three," and we opened the doors and slammed them shut as the rain pelted my exposed skin and soaked my hair within an instant. We ran inside, Harry pushing me in first as he shut the door behind us. The TV was lit up, some infomercial took over the screen and the cream couch was reclined backwards. I saw a figure sleeping, with their hand on their stomach, and a beer bottle in the other hand.

"Let's go," Harry whispered, interlocking our fingers once more and dragging me up the steps that aren't as familiar as they should be.

AUTHORS NOTE- hi guys! If you're reading this thank you for actually reading my book still! I know I've been slacking a lot and I really have no excuse so I apologize. I'll be updating again either Tuesday or Wednesday! Please vote! xx