Torn (harry styles)

54- Resistance

My whole body melts into him, warmth and love probably blasting out of every joint in my body.

I feel like jelly, shaking with happiness and pure joy.

I didn't think it was possible to like someone this much, I thought it was just in movies, books and songs.

But feeling the righteousness and delicacy of his lips against mine, I know this must be real. The feeling inside me is too over powering to be a dream or a fantasy.

The kiss breaks for a second, his lips disconnecting from mine but they still hover close over them. His breath fanning down against my mouth. My eager lips wanting more, but all he gives me is one last small and soft peck.

He rests his forehead against mine, his is slightly clammy. He must have been nervous?

My lips ache from the absence of his touch and I feel like something has been taken from me.

The only thing keeping me sane and breathing is the feeling of his warm skin pressed against mine.

I focus on our meeting point, that spot on my forehead. holding our two bodies together.

I place my hands linked in my lap meanwhile he places his on my shoulders. Holding me in place.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He murmurs.

I do though, and I love it.

"I don't care Harry, please stop resisting." I backtrack, feeling the courage to draw small circles on his knee which are both now gently touching mine because of how close we are sitting.

Each point my body is connecting with Harry's feels like it's on fire. Not a burning kind of fire, they just feel alive and focal points of my concentration.

"Take a recovery week or two off college. Let's put some distance between us. Clear your head, think on things. If your phase still hasn't passed after having no contact with me what's so ever, then maybe we can give things a chance. Okay?" He asks me and I can't even think straight, my mind is still distorted and lustful after our kiss.

"I just think you should be certain of what you want until you dive into things." He explains.

I just nod, he slowly takes his forehead off mine and I once again feel like something has been taken from me which should still be there.

"Shall I drive you home now?" He says quietly and I can't find any words inside me so once again, just nod.

He nods quickly and slowly stands up from the bench. He begins to walk slowly down the street until I can no longer see him, the darkness has swallowed him up and my legs are resisting me.

I heave myself up from the bench and jog to catch him up, he doesn't even look towards me as I reach his side.

The only sound that fills the air is our soft breathing filling the atmosphere and the quiet hollow tapping of our feet against the pavement.

I feel scared, I don't like the streets at night and I haven't even considered how I'm going to get back inside without waking my mum and ruining my whole plan.

I suppose that wouldn't be too bad though, the exciting adrenaline rush I felt when I was sneaking out to see Harry has been completely demolished into a dull bottomless ache in the pit of my stomach.

An ache in which only Harry's touch could make it disappear.

I want him to make it disappear.

The streets look dangerous and horror some, I want Harry's arm around me, protecting me and making me feel safe but I know that can't happen.

Distance.