My best friend... h.s

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My number - Foals

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"Best birthday present ever." He said, before crashing his lips on mine.

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Trying to focus all of my senses and brain cells on the right things caused me to freeze. His huge hands cupping my cheeks, his left thumb gently caressing the ends of my eyelashes. His curls gently brushing against my forehead and nose. Our noses gently touching as he moved his head for better access. My knees were weak as I comprehended how this felt. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself, otherwise I may have crumbled right there. His lips were soft against mine own, the way they molded  together showed his gentleness, but also a sense of urgency and want, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time. He ran his tongue against my lower lip, to try and gain access into my mouth. I kept my lips firm and didn't let him in. He took one of his large hands from my cheek and moved it down my neck, then my shoulder. He made his way down to my hips, agonisingly slowly. He pulled my hips closer to him and put his hand in my back pocket of my jeans. He licked my lip again and this time my brain kicked in. I was kissing Harry. Harry. Harr-

"Shit!" I gasped, pulling away looking at his lips, then into his eyes. He looked guilty, happy and his eyes carried something else that I couldn't quite place. I stepped back, taking my hands from his hips and causing his hand to drop from my cheek and my arse. When I realised where his hand had been I blushed and looked to the floor. Harry stepped towards me and put his hand back on my cheek. I quickly turned my head to prevent this. He sighed and he opened his mouth as if to speak.

"Flo-"

"No, Harry. Shit. This can't ever happen again. You're my best friend. No. Sorry, but no. I can't go through this with you." I snapped at him, not meaning to sound as harsh as it came out. I looked back at him, and he looked sad. He mumbled a small 'sorry' and turned on his heel and left the small watching room. I sighed and followed him to go and meet our parents. Everyone was hugging and congratulating Harry, although he looked confused at first. Our encounter before must have made him lose memory of why he kissed me in the first place. He said his thanks but didn't look as happy as before, clearly faking it.

"Where did you guys go?" My mum asked. I looked at her then at Harry.

"Toilet." We both said at the same time, causing us both to smile, although once realising that we were smiling, I blushed and he looked at the ground. It felt awkward for the first time ever with him. I got feel our parents looking at us both, confused. My dad cleared his throat and he started to talk to Robin about the recent football games. They started to walk to the car causing my mum and Anne to follow them with Gemma, asking how her university course was going. Harry and I were left at the back, awkwardly walking next to each other but not saying anything. I stopped and he turned around and looked at me.

"Are you Ok?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Will this change us, like our friendship?" I asked, already on the verge of tears. I couldn't imagine life without him. Looking up at him, I sighed, hoping that he would say the answer I wanted to hear.

"Do you want it to?"

"No. Definitely not." He smiled. I matched his expression. He opened his arms for a hug, which I walked straight into. I sighed over his shoulder, and saw my mum taking a picture of us, so I pulled a stupid face. I started to giggle when she pulled one back. Harry pulled back from me and shot me a confused look. Still laughing, I nodded in the direction of my mum, so he turned around and laughed along with me. We smiled at each other again before walking to the car. I sat down in the middle as I was the smallest, in between Gemma and Harry. As we drove, I could feel my eyelids starting to droop down. It had been a long, emotional day, and I'm pretty sure we were all knackered. I rested my head on Harry's shoulder, before he put his head on top of mine.  Not a minute later his slow, heavy breaths filled the car as he fell asleep. I sighed and could feel myself drifting off as well, but not before I heard Gemma whisper to Anne.