Hariana Imagines

Last First Kiss

Punny

Creds to ocaens for the idea 💜

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Ariana's Pov

Harry and I were currently running towards his front door after the idea that we had planned had failed. Once we saw the snow falling down in the early morning, the first thing we did was jump off the couch we had fallen asleep on and run outside with only the thin material of the pajamas we had on to keep us warm. Harry had started sneezing like a lunatic, and I had soon followed so we both raced each other back to the door.

He let us back in and passed me one of his hoodies he had hung on the coat hanger, which I had to restrain from smelling because that man has a godly aroma I can get used to. I had thrown it over my head before following him into the kitchen where he had started shuffling through the cabinets and cupboards.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night. It was fun." I spoke up, settling into one of the seats by the counter. I pulled his hoodie over my head, loving the oversized fit it had on my body.

I love his clothes so much.

I raised my eyebrows, hoping he didn't hear what I had accidentally spoke out. Looking up, he remained unbothered, which I silently thanked in my head for.

"No problem, I always enjoy having your company over. Even though we've only been together for three weeks, you've become my favorite person to be around." He turned around to wink at me before sticking his tongue out, which I laughed at in return.

I leaned my elbow forward to set on the counter, and laid my chin on the palm of my hand, sighing in content. I couldn't help but let the little smile creep onto my face. Harry has been the best ever since I've met him, he's been the most sweetest and humorous people I've grown accustomed to and I couldn't have been happier when he had asked me out after being friends for a while. Going into this relationship, I was a bit hesitant as he's my first ever official boyfriend, but he's made the experience the most amazing so far.

"Yes?"

I snapped out of my daze when I realized he was standing in front of me, my cheeks flushing red at the realization that he had noticed me daydreaming by the playful grin that played on his lips.

"Sorry, what?" He chuckled, handing me the tea he held in one hand before setting his own on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He made his way back toward me, feeling his presence behind me before he wrapped his arms around me. I bit my lip, closing my eyes at the cute gesture. Was this reality?

"Join me?" He spoke into my ear, and I would be lying if I said it didn't cause goosebumps to slide down my neck. I could never get enough of him.

I nodded in response, letting his hand find mine as he led us back to our destination. Sitting down, he first took the tea from my hand and placed it down next to his. I was about to turn around to take a seat beside him, but he had other plans.

Taking my hand in his again, he pulled me down after turning me around. I let out a small squeal out of surprise as I plopped down onto his lap, Harry turning my body so that my legs were over his lap and I was sitting against him.

I felt my cheeks heat up again, realizing the close proximity of our faces. They were centimeters apart, it took only one of us to inch closer for our lips to meet and I couldn't help but slightly panic.

I hadn't kissed anyone before. I didn't know what I was suppose to do or if I was going to be terrible at it. I really liked Harry, and I didn't want my first experience to ruin it for him. What if I accidentally bit his lip and he started bleeding? What if I actually do it pretty hard and he sues me-what the actual hell am I thinking?

I didn't notice he had started leaning in until I felt his breathe fan my lips, in which I started leaning forward as well.

We were less than a centimeter away before I moved back in a rush. Harry's eyes had widened, his brows furrowing before he quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No! No, you didn't do anything. Harry you're absolutely perfect, you could never do anything wrong-Okay I need to stop. Just forget what I said-I mean-" I was starting to rant, before Harry had cut me off.

"Then what is it? If you don't want to, you could tell me Ariana. I completely understand." I could hear the sadness in his voice that he tried to hide, making me feel a lot worse for pulling away.

"No, of course I do want to, I just-umm. How do I say this....I just....never kissed anyone before." I mumbled the last part, looking down in embarrassment. A few seconds had passed with my eyes squeezed shut in hope I could melt away into the air, gulping down my nerves. It wasn't until a minute later that I felt two fingers tuck under my chin and lift my head up, making me open my eyes to see his face.

"I just..what if I'm a bad kisser and it ruins this. I really like you and I don't want something like this to make you go running the other direction-" I rambled, but I was cut off by Harry who cupped my face in his hand and brought me closer.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt his lips meet mine and I couldn't help but forget everything that I was worried about. Our lips moved in synchronization and it felt natural to be kissing him, even though it was the first time we had kissed, and first time I'm kissing anyone.

He made me feel secure, his hands holding my face in place, while I placed mine on his chest for balance. Nothing mattered except this moment, feeling like I'm going to melt from the way he caresses my cheek ever so softly.

My mind went completely blank, focusing on him, and only him. The butterflies in my stomach exploded, making me feel like I'm on cloud 9.

It wasn't until a minute later that we broke apart, my eyes fluttering open to meet his staring back at me. A strand of his hair fell onto his forehead, and I instantly tucked it back up, making him chuckle and a grin of my own to break out.

He slid his hands down to my waist, slightly pushing me closer to him, making my face meet his neck. I smiled, feeling the warmest and most comfortable I've ever felt. He was like a big teddy bear.

He turned to face me again, giving me a peck on the lips, and passing me my tea before turning the television on.

I could get used to this.