Torn (harry styles)

69- The First Time

My heart throbs with love, beating out of control at the wildness of this situation.

I'm sitting on a roof top, kissing Harry.

I know all our kisses are special, but this one just feels the most... meaningful? I can't place what it is behind his the tenderness of his lips, but something is different.

He gently sucks my bottom lip, then he pushes his delicate tongue back into my mouth reeling it slowly around the inside of my mouth as the kiss deepens.

It's times like this when I could easily forget everything, even who I am. Because I'm so engrossed in him that I don't even notice anything else in the world.

World war 3 could be breaking out right next to us and I probably wouldn't even notice right now.

The kiss gradually comes to an end and his absence makes my chest feel empty, he gives me a small smile and slides his hands from my waist down to my thighs.

"Shall we go?" He asks me, gruffly.

I nod slowly and he helps me down from the wall.

He goes ahead of me down the ladder, once again claiming that if I fell he would catch me.

I giggle and shake my head.

"Plus I also get a nice view of your arse." he adds quietly as we both begin climbing down the ladder.

I say nothing but feel my cheeks heating scoldingly.

We finally reach the bottom, the way down feeling much faster than the way up. I'm probably still drowsy from my mind blurring kiss with Harry. It was just so perfect I wish it never had to come to an end.

On the way back to the car, the same drunken man, idly walking down the street passes us again. I shift my body closer to Harry's and to my surprise, I feel his fingers snake through mine.

He's holding my hand.

My blood rushes to my cheeks once again, and his touch sends courses of tingles through every single limb in my body.

We reach his car and our hands have to release each others.

My hand grows slightly colder from the lack of his warm skin on mine and I climb into the passenger seat as he rears up the engine.

When we begin driving smoothly down the damp roads, Harry puts the radio on.

"Uh Skye?" His croaky voice brings my attention to him.

I turn to face him and I see his eyes flickering between me and the road.

"Yeah?"

"Do you uh wanna come back to my house with me?" He asks and my breathing catches in my throat.

"Sure." I try to sound calm and collected but my voice just sounds squeaky.

I get to cuddle him to sleep again, that was by far my favourite night of my life. I just love being in Harry's arms.

It's approaching 3am, but somehow I'm not that tired.

We pull into Harry's drive way and he opens the door for me.

I climb out and wait for him to lock his car, before we both walk up to his front door.

He opens it up and holds it open for me to go inside.

Once in, he leads me through to the kitchen and puts his kettle on.

"Tea?" He asks, grabbing a mug for himself and hovering his hand over the other mugs while he waits for my response.