"Harry what are you doing?"
He pulled his head from my shoulder, still holding onto me,our lips almost touched.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this."
He kissed me, and he kissed me hard.
(Larry Fanfiction)
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Louis
I sat at the counter stirring the spoon around in my tea. I watched as the cream mixed with the dark liquid, swirling together into a yummy cloud until they both settled together. It was my favorite part of making tea. My mind began to wonder off, as the silence embraced me. Little flashes of our night together began to replay in my head over and over again. A rush of emotions came over me as I thought about it, it's all so new to me, feeling this way I mean. Although, I wouldn't be quick to rush these feelings away. I like the feeling of all the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my uncontrollable smiles, and instant happiness. It fills a deep whole within me that I once never thought could possibly be filled. I guess miracles really do exist. I continued to entertain these thoughts, and couldn't help but think of the future. Our future. So many things I want to do, say, feel. But I know we've got to move slow and take our time. This is just as new to him as it is for me, and the last thing I want to do is push him away with to many demands, or make him feel as if I am over bearing which I know I can be sometimes.
I sipped a little more on my tea, slightly burning my tongue. It's nothing that I'm not used to as I'm always way to eager to drink knowing it hasn't cooled. I notice that the sound of the shower has stopped so I know Harry will be down soon. I get up and head towards the stove. I figured I might as well make him a cup as well. I turn the stove on low to heat up the remaining water in the kettle that I hadn't used yet. While that was warming up I Opened the cabinet and grabbed another cup, then switched and opened the other cabinet contained the variety of tea packets.
Orange Citrus Black Tea Green Tea
I'll give him the Citrus. He'll most likely scold me for it, but he needs to lay off the black tea. I don't understand how he even stands to drink it anyway.
As I'm pouring the hot water from the kettle into the cup, I hear the kitchen door open.
"I've made you a cup. It's going to be a little bit off from what you normally drink but I swear it'll be good." I say.
I look over my right shoulder and have to do a double take. He's dressed in a white T-shirt with a denim jacket thrown over, black jeans, and white tennis shoes. His hair was pulled up into a messy bun. I'd never seen him dressed this way. He looked his age for once, But why is he all dressed up? I placed his cup on the counter next to mine and sat back down on the stool.
"I'm sorry love, but I'm going to have too take a rain check on that tea, I've completely forgotten that I was suppose to meet Zayn for coffee this morning"
My shoulders immediately drooped at the mention of his name. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I regret everyday that I agreed that it would not bother me for the two of them to work together because it in fact makes my blood boil. I looked to him as he inspects every inch of the kitchen for something, probably the keys.
