Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter thirteen

I feel nervous and excited at the same time whilst Harrys hands are around my waste and I'm throwing my arms around his neck as we're swaying to the beat.

I don't even know the ussual Natalie anymore.

I like this feeling.

I like the fact that I can ignore all my thoughts and just let my body do what it wants.

The alcohol is bringing out the chirpy side of me.

Harry twirls me round and as I think he's going to return his hand to my waste, but he grabs my bottom and smirks whilst I jump in suprisement.

"erm excuse me?" I say playfully.

"You like it, I can tell" He grins.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I know something else you'll like as well" his face straightens.

"Care to find out?" he challenges.

I nod, currios.

Much to my suprise, he bends his knee's slightly, keeps a steady grip on my back and connects his lips with mine.

I don't jerk away, I don't know why.

His lips feel warm and moist from the alcohol, he's obviously had more than me.

Our lips pinch eachothers, I open my mouth and he lightly massages our tongues.

I can feel all eyes on us, all soon to come awkward situations, but at this time I couldn't care.

I take a peak at the tall framed boy hovering over me and his eye lashes are curling down from his shut eyes.

I go to grab his hair but unfortunatly he drags his tongue away from our kiss and then smiles.

"One glass and you're ready to go" He cheekily comments.

I look around and everyone has returned to dancing to the next song.

"Want another?"

"yep" I answer whilst he takes my hand and leads me through the crowd to the kitchen. I'm still trying to process what just happened.

"sit at the table whilst I pour you a drink" he half demands.

I follow through.

Harry strolls over to the table, with a subtle smirk on his face, his green eyes even brighter than earlier.

He hands me my drink and I thank him.

We don't know what to say now, but we are just sitting there, looking at eachother.

He glids his tongue across his lips then speaks.

"Natalie how do you feel about me?" He asks with a serious expression, his eye brows drawn together.

wow.

I think you're fucking hot and would love to snog your face off whilst grabbing your curls.

"Honestly... I- .. well.." I'm speechless, I don't want to make a fool out of myself.

He's dead silent.

"Harry, it's hard to figure out my feelings when there are such boundaries between us, plus, we've only known eachother for four days"

He sits there silently, nodding, processing my information.

"By boundaries, do you mean Naomi?"

"erm..yeah and other things like we both have no where to live so if we do anything stupid then we're both homeless" I say biting my lip.

"That won't happen, how would she find out? Worse comes to the worse we got friends we can depend on" He looks around and pushes his lips in to a thin line.

Is he insinuating something?

I gulp down my drink and I suddenly get this radiation of energy where all I want is this handsome, curly haired, dimpled man sitting infront of me.

I stand up, he looks confused.

"Live for the moment right" I almost whisper and before I know it, I'm crawled on to his lap, with our lips in knots.

He glides his tongue on my lips but pulls back.

I frown.

Shit, did I get the wrong impression? Is he having second thoughts?

"Let's go somewhere more private babe" He says as I climb off his lap and he takes my hand.

His warm, soft hand takes me through the hall way full off drunken hipsters.

Harry pulls me through one of the doors with him and our lips instantly touch again.

Our arms wrapped around eachothers.

We fall on to the bed and I lay on top.

We spend a few minutes kissing until he sits up to take his shirt off and flings it back on to the floor.

His tattooes flood my eyes and he grabs ahold on my hips, our lips pressing again.

Hold on a minute, this is going too fast. What will happen after this? Will Naomi chuck us out? Is he using me?

"Wait" I say through our kiss.

He doesn't listen, and I pull away.

He frowns.

"I think we should take it slow" I say breaking eye contact.

There's me thinking he's going to put up a fight but instead answers differently.

"Yeah... That's probably best" He sighs, full off understanding.

I fall on to the side of him.

A few minutes of silence passes until he asks the dredded question again.

"Natalie, tell me why you came to New York?" He asks full off confusion.

I gulp.

I have to tell him.