goodnight kisses » h.s.

two

the second time he kissed her was three days later.

it was after a party his band mate niall had thrown, and there was a lot of booze because, quote; “i’m irish, it’s a given to have a lot. be thankful, this is so much less than what I was originally planning.” harry had simply shook his head at his irish mate’s reasoning. anyways, when the party went into full swing halley finally showed up.

she was upset.

harry could read so in her body language—and also the dried tears on her pink cheeks, but mostly because she downed drink after drink. he knew very well that she was a light weight and could not go beyond one bottle of booze. “she will have a killer headache tomorrow,” harry thought as he watched the girl down another shot. eventually, he decided to cut her off because she started to drunk-flirt with some lad and his jealousy was too much. so after telling him, “she’s mine” he dragged halley’s giggling frame to niall’s bedroom before placing her softly on the bed. he knelt beside the bed.

“harry, why are guys so stupid?” she wondered, her words beyond slurred that he could barely understand what was leaving the lips he kissed days ago. “don’t worry, though, you’re not a guy.”

“um, hal? i kind of am,” harry mused, the corner of his lips turning up slightly, clearly showing his amusement. she then pouted, her lips looking so kissable at the moment. “don’t worry, i won’t be like those kind of guys.”

“good, because hunter was a douche,” she spoke of her no-title-relationship with this one lad. it made harry beyond jealous, especially because hunter got to hold her and kiss her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear… with her being conscious. of course harry frowned at the thought of halley dealing with the lad that didn’t want to be with her officially, stupid moron, harry thought.

“are you done with him?” he asked cautiously, when she nodded, he couldn’t but have a small squeal of joy leave his lips—well, because he was happy. she let out a drunk and really girly giggle at that, but before harry could amuse himself further with her drunken state, her eyes began to droop.

“i love you,” harry whispered once he heard soft snores emit from the girl laying on the bed. getting up from the kneeling position from beside the bed, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before moving down to place a lengthened kiss to her lips. “sometimes i wish you were awake when i do this.”

and he kissed her for the third time when the door decided to swing open. revealing a gaping niall james horan, a red cup held in his right hand.

“dude, you’re kissing an unconscious girl,” niall said, the statement coming out quite bluntly as if harry hadn’t already known.

harry flushed at that, immediately distancing himself from the girl. he fiddled his fingers warily before shrugging, “a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

aw, harry x