Paper Roses

Chap. 25: I am HIS

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Anna's Point-of-View

My eyes slowly opened as I heard Harry soft little snores. How in the world did I wake?! His snores never seemed to bother me before. It wasn't even that audible but I still managed to wake up from my sweet, sweet slumber.

I noticed that I was already in my bedroom. But how- Oh right.  I was too sleepy to notice me going up here. Under me was a sleeping Harry who had his arm behind his head while the other was securely around my waist. I looked up to see him with his mouth slightly open. I didn't notice the growing stubble on him. I smiled to myself. A million girls would kill to be where I was right now. I just wish I could trade place with each and every one of their fans so they could witness how peaceful Harry was when he's sleeping.

Thinking back to the ride home, I remembered the song he wrote. 'Don't Let Me Go'... Every word and every lyric pained me. I never actually thought that Harry felt that way. I felt a sudden streak of guilt come into me. I was an inconsiderate best friend. He tried to show me how he felt, yet, being the stubborn arse that I was, I went out with two of his best mates. I was too blind to see, too numb to even feel... I was too infatuated with finding love in other people that I never even bother to notice his love.

I lifted myself up gently until I came face to face with Harry. Under those lids were the most beautiful pair of eyes anyone would lay their eyes on. Those big, green orbs that just melts into your soul… Those few little zits that were popping out of his forehead… I remember when we were kids that I always tease him about that. His cute nose that I always loved pinching at random times.  His cheeks that is just so kissable. Those deep dimple every time he smiles. That mole he has near the left side of his lower lip. And finally my eye made their way to his pink, plump lips. The feeling of it on yours… It's like beer; you'll be drunk for weeks. I remembered the first time Harry had kissed me. The night before I went to London... I've felt his lips on mine for days, to be honest.

I didn't exactly know why but I started to lean in to his lips, closer and closer until I stopped just an inch away.

I stayed frozen for quite a while. 'What was I doing?' I backed away only to find his eyes wide open and staring at me. This was completely embarrassing and awkward at the same time. I felt my cheeks heat, turning my head away from his as I slowly started to sit up.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" His deep, husky voice rang in my ears, making me stop from sitting up. I faced him once more to find a frown creeping from his lips.

I shrugged not being able to find the right words to explain why all of a sudden I wanted to kiss him.

"Kiss me..." He whispered. It was more of a plea than an order. I didn't know... it was like my body was under his spell in under a second. I was leaning in freely... slowly into him. "Kiss me..." he repeated, begging for me to come closer the fastest, and yet, the slowest I can go. We closed our eyes as our lips made contact. His lips...they had the perfect moisture.  But once I've felt the fireworks erupt in my head that made me feel dizzy... the butterflies that made my stomach churn... the same ones that I've felt that night when Harry kissed me for the first time...

And as if it was an impulse, I jolted up like my back was suddenly electrocuted.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I shook my head in reply. I honestly didn't know what came over me; same goes through with our first kiss. I hadn't meant to push him, I really didn't. It was as if there was this force that kept on snapping me away from his lips.

"I'm sorry. It's just…” I covered my face with my hands. “I have to shower now.” I stood up faster than the speed light. I ran for the bathroom. Failing to close the door because Harry had his hand on the door, he steps inside and closed the door behind him.