Begin Again

Chapter 28

English has me exhausted.

who should I cast for Stella and Madison?

Eva's POV

One month later

I wanted to kiss him.

As I stood there, watching the way his pink lips moved as he spoke, there wasn't a bone in my body that didn't want to kiss him. 

He was talking to me about something that had to do with hanging out after school today but all I could focus on was him. I bit my lip as I watched him speak, but not out of nervousness.

Out of want.

It was strange. I had never felt that feeling before. This entire month was made up of me trusting him more and him taking me out on cute little dates. This feeling that I was feeling now, it wasn't something I was surprised about. It was something completely new and indescribable, but it was exciting nonetheless. I was excited by this feeling; this feeling of wanting more. Of wanting to hold him and kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. And the more time I spent with him, the more time I wanted to show him that.

But I just didn't know how. 

I averted my eyes to behind him and found Evan mouthing words to me as he stood next to Stella near her locker. They started dating last week. She's incredibly nice and sweet. She turned her gaze to me and began mouthing the same words.

Kiss him!

I sighed and shook my head, widening my eyes for emphasis as I looked at them. I quickly brought my gaze to Harry again and smiled at him once he finished his speech.

"So," he breathed, "what do you think?"

"Hm?" I hummed, staring at his lips again, "uh..sure."

He chuckled as he reached down to grab my hands. He walked closer to me and pressed his body against mine lightly. I felt my heartbeat increase by miles as I told myself to stop.

All the feelings that I had in eighth grade were coming back to bite me in the butt. Thanks, life.

"Were you even listening?" he whispered, leaning down to nudge my head with his nose. He bit his lip as he pressed a small kiss to my forehead. I sighed and looked behind him to find Madison glaring at me from her locker. I sighed and nuzzled myself into Harry more, detaching my hands to wrap around his waist. He sighed happily and wrapped his arms around my back.

I bit my lip as I thought about what Madison said. 

Was he acting? I don't think so, this seemed to be pretty genuine to me.

"I was asking if you wanted to hang out at my place today," he repeated. I nodded against him and peered up at him. He smiled down at me and I bit my lip in anticipation.

Oh fuck it.

I leaned up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. He grunted in surprise but held onto my waist as he kissed me back in the hallway. I sighed against him as I kept my lips pressed to his. Thousands of emotions were running through me; happiness, relief, doubt, fear. What if he didn't want to kiss me yet? What if he thought I was rushing him? What if-

He grabbed onto my waist and held me to him as we kissed in the crowded halls. The way he kept his lips pressed to mine and held me tightly to him made me forget all of my doubts.

I pulled back and licked my lips as I peered up at him, finally standing on my normal height again. He opened his mouth to speak but I didn't give him a chance to respond because I pecked his cheek and raced down the hall, laughing. I turned around as I walked to find him staring after me, scratching his head with a huge grin on his face. He met my gaze and winked at me as he waved. I blushed and looked down before I looked up and waved again before turning around. 

I had just turned the corner when I was pushed into a locker.

Evan squealed as he and Stella both beamed at me.

"You kissed!" Stella squealed. I laughed and nodded.

"We did," I sighed. I felt incredibly happy in that moment. I smiled dreamily as the kiss replayed in my mind again.

"Wait," I said, frowning, "what if he didn't want to be kissed yet? What if I went too fast?"

"You guys have been dating for close to a month now, and a little more," Evan said, "plus...you've known each other since you were little. I think it's fine in your case, babe."

"I know," I sighed, "but what if he didn't-"

"Judging by the way he wouldn't stop smiling after you left," Stella smirked, "I think he liked it."

I bit my lip and shrugged as I fiddled with my hands. I looked up at Stella and Evan to find them beaming at me.

"I just had my first kiss," I whispered, "my first actual kiss."

Evan laughed, "a bit late too, might I add, but hey...at least it was with someone you trusted."

I nodded and smiled. I let Evan and Stella take the lead as I lagged behind, smiling and bumbling to myself about the kiss I had just shared with Harry.

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Harry kept kissing me during lunch. Every time I'd turn my head to say something to him, he'd capture my lips in his and cup my face as he kissed me. And every time he'd pull away, the smile on his face would stretch so wide that I'd have to press his cheeks back together in fear that they'd fall off.

Evan and Stella didn't seem to mind. They'd just talk in their own little world, or if we were lucky, smile and watch us as we interact.

They found it cute and supportive.

I found it creepy.

"So," Evan said, smirking at Harry who had his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we sat at our table, "who's going to the grad dance this year?"

"We all are," Harry replied, looking at Evan, "aren't we? I mean, it's the final big dance before we head of to university."

I bit my lip as the word registered in my brain. University. 

I had no idea of where I wanted to go, who I wanted to be...

What if Harry wasn't going to go to the same university as me? I looked up at him as the question repeated itself in my mind. I bit my lip as I tuned out the conversation going on and got lost in my own thoughts.

I can't lose him again. Not now, when I have him back with me.

I just hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.

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