goodnight kisses » h.s.

five

he kissed her after the second movie – a boring film about teens and unrealistic parties… something along those lines – halley had fell asleep, but not before murmuring how this was really boring and that harry was a really bad movie picker. it wasn’t long before her breathing slowed, and her head drooped from his shoulder to his chest.

he liked that.

once the movie ended, he picked her up bridal style and placed her on his bed tucking the girl in before kissing her lips. he even sighed in relief after doing so, not only in relief but in wonderment.

he wondered how it would feel if halley would return these kisses – not like she could, she’s asleep – would she be gentle yet passionate? would she like things heated? would she mind if i raked my hands through her hair, running down her neck and then her back before resting on the small curve of her back? would she fiddle with strands of hair at the nape of my neck? would she like a little tongue action –

shaking his head from such thoughts – mostly because he wouldn’t even initiate the kiss to find out if these things were true or not – he headed out of his bedroom and toward the sofa, slumping down in it before flicking the television off. this left him in complete darkness.

removing his shirt and trousers, he laid down on the cool sofa before fluttering his eyes closed. but not before another thought popped on his mind: what would it feel like to have my arms around her, kissing her neck and murmuring ‘goodnight, babe. i love you’?

i bet it would be amazing, he answered his own thought.

the next morning, harry woke up by the sound of clattering pots and pans in the kitchen. groaning, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, shivering the slightest when his bare feet came in contact with the cold tiles. he watched as halley placed a pan on the stove, having an egg carton placed on the counter beside it. she wasn’t wearing the clothes from yesterday – which consisted of a loose t-shirt and pajama pants – no, now she wore one of harry’s famous white v-necks and he couldn’t help but notice how great she looked. and how much he liked this picture.

“what are you doing, hal?” he questioned startling the girl who was currently pulling her hair into a sloppy bun. facing the boy, her face immediately flushed at seeing he was only in boxers and she was only wearing his shirt.

“i – uh, i wanted to make you breakfast…” she trailed off, her weight shifting between her left and right foot. she then tugged at the hem of his shirt, hoping that it’ll magically make it longer.

harry fully entered the kitchen then, taking a seat on the counter beside the carton of eggs. he watched as her cheeks flamed into a cute shade of pink – another thing he adored, her cheeks always seemed to turn pink rather than a red. she only turned red when really embarrassed (like when she was shirtless and in bed with him) and pink when feeling embarrassed or awkward.

“last night… it was nice,” harry murmured quite awkwardly but he meant nonetheless. she nodded her head in agreement before asking harry the question that had been running through her mind, just like the first time she asked a question similar to this one.

“harry, did you kiss me last night?”

i just love cliff hangers, okay?

p.s. that gif to the side, omg, he's so cute ahfvle