goodnight kisses » h.s.

six

“w – what?” harry sputtered, completely caught off guard. and though he tried to make it seem as if he was innocent on the subject, his cheeks flamed red and his teeth sunk down into his bottom lip – halley knew that it was a sign that he was hiding something.

“harry, it’s a simple question.” she stated, her arms folding. completely forgetting that she was only in his shirt, and that it rose with the simple stance, the shirt was now above mid-thigh.

harry didn’t want to admit the truth, because this is what he was afraid of. that she’ll ask him a question like this and when he admits that he kisses her when she’s unconscious that she won’t feel the same. that she will think he’s some creep. that she’ll never want to see him again. that she’ll slap him across the face.

so he did what he knew wouldn’t wreck anything between them, “halley, are you crazy? why would i do such a thing?”

halley looked down at her feet, her toes squirming in the slightest. she could’ve sworn she heard harry in her sleep, just before something warm and soft pressed against her lips – no doubt another pair of lips because she felt a warm breath against her lips before being kissed. but maybe she was just dreaming again?

she was confused. she wondered why she’s had dreams about harry kissing her, and it’s usually been every time she ended up staying at his flat or he ended up staying at hers.

maybe she was missing hunter, because these dreams have been happening more often since she broke things off with him.

but she knew deep down, that she was fascinated by harry, she liked being around him and liked just doing anything with him whether it was talking, watching television – anything really. she didn’t really have that same feeling when she was with hunter.

“alright,” she murmured. she doesn’t know why, but she felt her heart sink with his response. letting her arms fall to her side, her eyes travelled back up to harry who know stood a couple inches away from her. her breath got caught in her throat.

he stepped even closer; to the point where he could smell the scent she always carried with her, flowers and vanilla. they were almost nose to nose right now.

wrapping his arms around her small waist, he pulled her against him and rested his forehead against her own. he smiled down at her, his eyes meeting her own.

okay, she really wanted him to lean down and kiss her right now – and not just so she could compare her dream kisses with the actual thing. her eyes fluttered closed when his nose brushed against hers.

“why don’t we go finish making that breakfast?” he said, stepping away from the shocked girl.

i can’t believe i just did that, he smirked to himself

i can’t believe he just did that, halley frowned.

hehe, you thought they were going to kiss even when harry denied it. four chapters left! x