Being Next to You

Chapter 49: stolen kiss

Hands lock with each other. Grasping another hand felt different. The size, the texture and the feeling are different. Harry was dancing with Camille. He has excellent footwork, he knew how to dance after all. But behind his partner, he can see another couple; Angelo and Rina.

They were dancing with full of mistakes. The leader's few must have been swollen because of his female partner, but they were having fun. However, on the other hand, the other couple who were dancing nicely didn't gave out a great feeling around them. The music gave the atmosphere, including the colorful lights, but dancing with each other... is just dancing with each other, nothing else.

Because I knew it. Harry kept on glancing behind my back, which I knew that she was there.

"It must be nice dancing with her," he whispered. He was moping. Harry didn't realize that he was rude in front of his partner. Guess I didn't get his attention enough, even though, it is my birthday today.

His faces doesn't look right. He didn't look okay. He suddenly turned pale.

"Are you okay? Are the lights bothering you?" I asked. Harry's hands were slowly getting cold.

"Nah. I'm okay," he said, but he was lying.

"Stop lying. I'm not a kid anymore, you know," I sounded sarcastic.

"You're still a crybaby though," he backfired. I felt stabbed. But, he kept on saying he was fine. "I'm telling you I'm fine, Camille. I took some medicine earlier. Maybe it was something I ate." He sounded annoyed, he began cursing.

"Damn it. It freaking hurts..!" He muttered, clicking his tongue and sighing deeply. "It's your food's fault, you know," he blamed me.

I was pissed. "Well~ Excuse me! You may have deserve that pain because of your rude behavior," I snubbed.

"Sorry. I can't help it," he said it in an awful tone. "I don't like you."

"Well, I like you from the bottom of my heart," I claimed.

"I know that. That's why it's annoying," he stated.

Sighing. "How many times do I need to reject you? I feel bad every time I meet you and dump you. It makes me look like a bad guy, you know."

"Then, you should accept my love."

Harry made a troublesome look on his face. His eyes were looking away from me intentionally.

"Whatever. My head's starting to ache because of you, woman. Why do you even like me so much, huh?? I'm a jerk, a coward, a child-"

"A pervert, a comic-nerd, a movie-nerd, and an ordinary looking man who has a belly even though he's so thin and plays basketball." I counted Harry's characteristics with my fingers. "Frankly speaking, you have noting to boast at other than your ICT skills and your editing skills. You're not handsome nor smart, not to mention, you don't even have a kind character, Harry."

"Well, sorry for not having a nice character, princess." He was deeply wounded.

"So, why on earth do you like me, then?"

He was pouting. I gripped his left hand tightly. It feels cold yet sweaty. We were still dancing, but it's more like swaying.

I placed both of my arms around his neck. He was barely surprised.

"What are you doing?" He said, he sounded harsh to me. I didn't care anymore, because he looks cute when he mad.

"You're sick," I blurted out, I smug. "You look uglier than usual."

"Why do you always pick a fight with me?! That's right, I'm literally not feeling so well! You're the one who dragged me on this dancefloor, and made me dance. I feel worst, thank you! And because you're attracting a lot of attention, birthday girl, you also give me nausea. Are you doing it on purpose?!"

I suddenly bursted out of laughter.

He looked pissed off.

"What's so funny?! Why are you laughing? I'm serious here, you stupid Camille."

"I'm just happy..."

"Happy?" He was sarcastic again. "Happy of making a fool out of me?"

"Of course not," I smiled. "I'm happy because you didn't mentioned about Rina Bookman in our whole conversation. But to be honest, I was happy that you don't well because of me, and not because of her, but me. How ironic, isn't it? But it makes my super happy, Harry."

I caught Harry off guard. I grabbed his collar and stole his lips without a second, but his lips and mine were together more than ten seconds.

'I'm sorry that I kissed you with my tongue.'