goodnight kisses » h.s.

eight

a couple days have passed since that so-close day between harry and halley. she has completely forgot about but harry has not. every night that he’s not with her he starts beating himself up (mentally, that is) about not admitting it to her. because the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks halley might return his feelings.

harry now stood at her apartment door, pacing back and forth wondering what exactly he was going to say to the love of his life. he didn’t inform her about his visit, hoping it could be a surprise, but that only seemed to fuel his nervousness. what if someone else was over? what if she’s not home? what if she opens the door and thinks ‘what the hell is this doof here for’?

sighing to himself, he wondered if he could just knock and wait for her to open the door before pulling her into his arms and kissing her. would that be too far?

groaning, he thumped his head on the door his eyes closing.

“coming!” he heard halley yell out making his eyes snap open. dang it, dang it. harry fumbled around still not prepared what to do or say when halley opens the door. he started panicking more when he heard her footsteps get closer to the door.

right now, he really wishes that the confidence everyone seems to think he has would appear. he knew people thought of him to be cocky and confident but he was far from it, because right now, he attempted to hide behind a potted plant that was her neighbor’s. but for a six foot tall lad, that was nearly impossible to do.

“um, harry?” the girl questioned, watching as the boy crawled from behind the plant before standing only to be startled by halley and fumble on his feet, falling to the ground. now she’ll think i’m a clumsy freak, he thought as he sighed on the floor. she giggled cutely before squatting beside the nervous boy.

“uh, hi?” he flushed, running a hand through his already distressed curls. she rolled her eyes at his cuteness before sitting down beside him.

“you’re such a klutz,” she said not admitting that she absolutely adored this characteristic of him. “you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

yes, yes please, harry thought but merely let out an awkward chuckle instead. he rubbed the back of his neck before sitting up from leaning on his elbows. the two were really close to each other now. both of their breaths caught in their throat.

and once again, it played through harry’s mind. there you see her sitting there across the way. she don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her. and you don’t know why, but you’re dying to try. you wanna kiss the girl.

and just as he found his courage to lean in, he had to be interrupted.

“why don’t we go inside and play some monopoly, huh? maybe even ice your bum, you did take a hard fall.” harry flushed at that but didn’t deny the hand she extended out to him after standing.

okay, i guess that’s what i deserve for doing that to her.

 

hehe, no kissing just yet. it’ll happen soon though, so don’t worry. it’s going to be funny, i think. no there is no climax – for this is just a fun filled short story – so don’t worry about that. anyways, two chapters left x

p.s. look at that too cute gif :) "is this a sandwhich?" no, it's a volvo, harry.