MOMENTS

The Kiss

Harry’s lips felt smooth against mine, the slight scruff from his inability to shave tickling my lips as our touched. He pulled away from me, our eyes looking deep into each other. I ran my hand through his thick curly hair, his slightly straight fringe waterfalling back into his face, causing a smile to break on to my face. 

“OH GOD THEY’RE MAKING OUT!” Louis called out as he crashed my bedroom door open, the light from the rooms in the hall streaming into my bedroom.

“Good job Lou,” I quipped, rolling my eyes. I sat up into a sitting position, a few pieces of my hair falling into my face. 

“HARRY! DON’T GET EMILY PREGNANT! WE LIKE HER!” Niall added as he crashed into my room. I looked at him wide eyed as he took a running jump onto my bed, coming down on top of Harry and I with a crash.

“HARRY! GUYS! I WANNA JOIN TOO!” Zayn called, jumping on top of Niall.

Well at least we know Zayn is capable of calling Harry by his actual name. 

“You guys are squishing me,” I said as Liam and Louis piled on top of the other two. 

“Same,” Niall and Harry added in unison.

“Niall you have no place to speak you started this,” I said. 

“OH MY GOD STOP HAVING ORGIES! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE BED THIS INSTANT!” Elsie screamed into the room.

“Well shit, you guys made mom mad...” I groaned, crawling out from under the mass of boys.

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We all sat on my long couch, Elsie pacing up and down the floor as if she were a drill sergeant. When had my life become this strange? It seems like just last week I’d been sitting around in this exact living room, studying for a final in my introduction to Physics class. I looked from side to side, all the boys sharing guilty glances at each other.

I’d not only lost my normal life, but I’d gained an even stranger one. I’d just kissed Harry Styles, one of the most desirable boys on this planet - and possibly others. I don’t know what martians are into, man. 

“Elsie would you stop fucking pacing,” I groaned, going to stand up.

“SIT DOWN!” She yelled.

“NO. YOU SIT DOWN,” I yelled back, passing her shocked face as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge. 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING HARRY!?” She yelled at me.

“WHY DIDN’T HE TELL ME!?” I asked back, looking at him.

“WHY DIDN’T ANYBODY TELL ME!?” Harry asked.

“My thoughts exactly,” I said, walking back to the couch and sitting down, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

I laid my head back on the backrest of the couch, letting out a long sigh. What the hell was even happening.

“So, okay, I’m going to try to get this straight,” Liam said calmly, “Emily’s dad is dead. Okay? We’ve got that. Harry and her kissed, right?” We both nodded, “And then Louis interrupted her and now Elsie is having a heart attack?” He finished. Another nod.

“Well everything seems to be at its normal brand of crazy,” Niall spoke, his mouth full of god knows what. The boy could find a buffet in a fucking desert. 

“And now Harry doesn’t know if he and Emily are an item,” Harry added, speaking about himself in the third person.

“Nor does Emily,” I added. 

"ARE WE AN ITEM? OH GIRL QUIT PLAYIN'! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT ARE YOU SAYIN'!?" Niall sang, gaining an odd look from the crowd of us. 

“Does Emily want her and Harry to be an item?” Elsie added.

"ANOTHER LOOK RIGHT IN HER EYE! MY FIRST LOVE BROKE MY HEART FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I WAS LIKE BA-" Zayn added. 

“YOU SHUT UP!” I yelled at him.

"And you need to chill," I pointed at Elsie.

"You're coming with me," I said standing up and pulling Harry with me, walking out onto the balcony of my small apartment. 

The good thing about this apartment was the balcony, from this balcony you could see almost all of San Francisco, and even a bit of the bay. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, looking out at the vast view of the city.

“My dad just died,” I said, shaking my head. I must have looked mental, standing next to Harry Styles, talking to myself, the hole bit. I wondered if he was really there at all, or if I’d gone somewhere so mentally unstable that I’d begun to imagine a world famous boy band. A famous boy band in which one member could not pronounce the other’s name. A famous boy band in which all of them were gay for each other.

I reached out and pinched Harry’s cheek, making his face scrunch in confusion.

“Okay, so I know you’re real,” I mumbled, looking back out at the city. 

“Are you okay?” Harry asked me.

“No,” I shrugged, “Are you?”

“Not entirely sure, I’m afraid,” He sighed, looking out at the city now. 

Up until this point, he’d only seen my city at street level, only from the eyes of the tourists - but here, right now, he had the opportunity to see it for what it was. My city. 

“I don’t think I could ever be happy anywhere but here,” I told him, looking over at his mesmerized expression, “I could leave for a while, but I’d have to come back, y’know?” Harry nodded his head.

“I love your eyes,” I said. 

“I love yours, too,” He grinned, his eyes shrinking a bit as he smiled. A smile pulled at my lips - well, weren’t we just the perfect Nicholas Sparks film. Someone died, now the two of us are falling for eachother. Somebody call Nicky right away, we’ve got a hit for him. 

“We’re going to kiss now, aren’t we?” I asked, and he nodded, closing the space between us.

Ladies and Gentlemen, White People Embracing by Nicholas Sparks. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Harry asked me. I started laughing then, at the jumbled thoughts in my head, at the situation. I didn’t mean to laugh, and by his stunned and hurt expression, I don’t think Harry expected me to laugh, either.

“Yes,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again.

“ELSIE THE MATCH-MAKER STRIKES AGAIN!” Elsie screamed from inside. 

I did the only rational thing - Harry and I’s lips pressed together, I held up my hand and gave her the middle finger. 

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This story was supposed to be serious but then I get all these funny thoughts and it just happens