Ariana's POV
I felt his lips. His soft plump lips on mine. And my panic attack was gone. I deepened the kiss. His tongue licked the bottom of my lip, asking for entrance. And I let him in.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Zayn with his mouth wide open. Then, I saw who I was kissing. It was Harry. My childhood friend. I let go of the kiss and just stared at him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
" Can you take me home?"
"We're taking you to the hospital. Your head is bleeding."
"It's okay. My Aunt's a nurse." I lied.
"No she's not." Damn it.
"Can you take me home please?"
He nodded his head. I just let out a sigh. I turned my head to find Harry staring at me.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No. Just... sorry." He blushed.
The car rude was pretty awkward. I didn't want it to be like that, so I tried to make things not so awkward.
"Umm... thanks for the kiss, I guess. You saved my life."
"No worries."
I just smiled as I saw we came to my house. I remembered that Harry lived across the street from me. I got out if the car and started to walk to my front door.
"Ariana wait!"
I turned around to find a curly haired boy running towards me.
"Yes?"
"Uhh... you for-forgot your b-bag." He stuttered. I grabbed it and thanked him. He gave me a slight hug and I walked to open my door.
I turned around to see that Harry was smiling as I walked away. I waved back at him. As I got into my house, I ran up the stairs I my room. I sat on my bed just thinking about him.
"Goodnight Mom!" I yelled to her downstairs.
"Goodnight!" She replied.
As I laid there, I let my eyes droop. Only to have no kiss to keep me awake.
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QOTC: Who's your fav male artist?
AOTC: Ed Sheeran
