Harry Styles Imagines

17 - Boomerang (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

BOOMERANG

                           "...and then I was at this party and it sucked it so much. The girls were not even hot there but I somehow ended up making out with one, anyway, but she kissed with too much tongue. And you know how much I hate that," Harry tells me, "It was like kissing a washing machine."

 "Hmm." I hum, taking my phone to distract me from his stories which are not interesting at all. I would rather have listen to my boring History teacher in whose class I always fall asleep than to who Harry kissed or shagged again.

 "Aren't you feeling okay?" Harry asks concerned and shifts with his head in my lap. I take my fingers from his head, stopping to play with his curls to pretend that I'm texting someone on the phone.

 "I'm feeling awesome. Never been better." I mumble. Harry takes my left arm and places it again on his head, smiling satisfied when I swirl his curls around my fingers. His eyes are closed as he enjoys my gentle touch on his head.

 I put my phone down to admire the way he looks when he is relaxed and happy. The way he looks when his eyelids hide his sparkling green eyes, the way his full lips are somehow curled into a little smirk, the way his dimples want to appear but he is not smiling big enough yet, the way his eyelashes rest on his cheeks.

 I catch my hand tracing over his nose and his cheek bones and his chin. Cuddling was always normal between us but I never got so lost when I stared at him that I didn't even realize I have been tracing his face. Harry opens his eyes and looks at me, smiling. Quickly, I take my hand away, my cheeks turning red.

 "Why did you do that?"

 "What?"

 "Being so...gentle. Like, alright, playing with my hair is normal but why did you...I'm confused." Harry mumbles and sits straight up. I hoped he wouldn't react this way because I have no way to justify myself except for saying that I'm in love with him.

 "I was just...I'm sorry, won't happen again."

 "Do you like, I don't know, have feelings for me?"

 "What me? For you? Ha, uhm, no, what are you thinking? I—" I stutter, "I better get going now. It's already late. Bye, see you."

 Lord, save me.

 "What if I kiss you now? Would it feel like you're kissing your brother?" Harry asks and wraps his fingers around my wrist, not letting me go. He pulls me down to sit next to him again but his grip is still firm enough so I cannot run away.

 "You wouldn't mind if I kiss you now?"

 "Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, we are like best friends, like siblings, aren't we? That'd be weird...that'd be—" I ramble, realizing that I do come across as if I have feelings for Harry so I obviously suck at pretending I don't.

 "Why would it be weird if there aren't any feelings between us? Which there aren't as you just said." Harry whispers, desperately close and I want to run away and hide because I'm afraid to destroy our friendship but I want to stay here as well and kiss him because I have been waiting so long for this day.

 All of sudden Harry leans in and his soft lips are pressed against mine. All my thoughts are suddenly gone, as well as my fears and inhibitions. I only concentrate on the softness of his lips and the way they move with mine. I only concentrate on how my heart flutters in my chest while I finally kiss my crush who happens to be my best friend.