in which...

...y/n is having trouble breathing and harry just wants a taste

In which Y/N is having trouble breathing and Harry just wants a taste (additional part to tutor Y/N and Harry)

Y/N was feeling hot; like overly hot.

Her body was buzzing with an unusual adrenaline and she had a cold sweat running down her back. Her cheeks were flushed and hands trembling, gripping onto anything they could reach. Her legs felt weak, to the point in which they might give out at any moment and her lungs felt tight from the lack of oxygen. It's all because of him; it's because Harry was holding her so impossibly close to his body that she got the shivers and he kissed her so intensely until she felt the need to gasp for air, and it left her all hot and bothered.

It really hadn't started out like that, there was no intention of getting to this point (at least not from her). She had just finished putting her books in her backpack and was walking down the hallway after her last class of the day, planning on doing nothing for the rest of the evening but sit in bed and watch the last three episodes she had left of Stranger Things. That was until she suddenly felt an arm sling over her shoulder and looked up to see an overly smiley Harry chewing his gum intensely, her eyes falling on the way his jaw clenched, "Let me walk you home, yeah?"

So she did, because she liked spending time with him after school, he looked a lot more carefree and let himself loose when there weren't all that many people around. And she felt a lot more comfortable when it was just the two of them as well. He liked walking her home; would always invite him inside for juice and cookies and welcome him to cuddles on the sofa. But she'd always rush him out the door before her parents were supposed to be home from work, and that's the part he didn't like. Wanted to stay with her for as long as he could and even more.

They would always take the long route to her house and he'd pull her back when she was walking too fast for his liking, "Stop running 'way from me." They sometimes share earphones and she plays him her new favorite songs while he rubs his thumb over the back of her hand or on her hip, depending on where she felt like letting him touch her that day. He gives her long kisses on her doorstep and whines lowly when she pulls away, afraid of what the neighbors might think.

Sometimes he gets to come inside, and other times he doesn't – it's usually just when he's upset her with something silly like pinching her bum when the old lady living down the street would walk by with her dog or when they'd argue about him not wanting to let her study for a test, trying to steal the books from her backpack, just so she would spend the afternoon with him. That's when she'd leave him pouty and close the door in his face, only to forgive him about ten minutes later when he'd call to apologize and talk on the phone until he got home too.

Today it was different though, today he had been particularly clingy. Said he wasn't gonna leave her side for one second now that they were on spring break and only told her he'd figure something out when she mentioned her parents. "Could sneak into your room at night, or you could sneak out and come over to mine?" And although the idea seemed ridiculous and it made her snort out a laugh, it still sounded like an intriguing offer.

All day long he'd followed her around like a lost puppy; waited for her outside each of her classes and walked her to the next one, ate lunch with a hand on her thigh and stole some chips off her plate (which earned him a scolding), passed her notes in chemistry even though they were sitting right next to each other, with silly things written on them like "hey you're cute", "got a boyfriend?", "can I get your number?" and so on. Kissed on her a lot too, from sloppy kisses on her cheeks, to feathery brushes against her lips because he knew she still wasn't all too comfortable with those kinds of kisses in public.