Harry H.S

twelve

    We were walking home when Niall was paged to go to work. It sucks when both my sister and her boyfriend has to leave, I mean they are out in the field saving lives. With my sister being a nurse and Niall being a firefighter and all. He excused himself saying that duty calls.

    I looked at the man beside me, I looked at him with pure confusion. It simply is peculiar, I find it weird. Last time I remember I hated his guts for ignoring me at his gig, and then hated his guts even more when I saw him snogging a girl after we had just kissed and went out. And now here we are, talking and laughing as if nothing has ever happened between us. And maybe that's what I like about him, that we can get through anything.

    "Well I guess it's just the two of us," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "yeah and twenty other," I pointed out the obvious as we past by people, pushing him off me.

    "Where do you want to go?" he asked, "home." in cue, I let out a yawn. The walk home was freezing mad and actually kind of awkward. We arrived at my door, I rummaged through my pocket and my purse before realising that Niall has the key to my apartment.

    "Crap," I muttered, "what?" he said. "Niall has the keys," I admitted, my cheeks scarlett at how dumb I am. You can't possibly kidding me right now.

    "Well fuck, let's go through the windows again," he laughed, as did I. We entered his apartment to find it still be the same cluttered complex. It still was filled with unpacked boxes, the same couch the same old damned thing.

    "Kept it the same huh," I commented.
"Yeah, I guess you can say I'm a hoarder, I like to keep things I made memories with or to, I don't even know anymore. That was just me trying to sound poetic, I need new songs," I let out a laugh, he was about to open his bedroom window before I stopped him.

    "Wait," he suddenly laughed, I looked at him unsure before realising the state we are in. Just like the old days.

    "I forgot that I started locking my windows, since the incident up on the third floor, with Miss Maisy, she was well, robbed, and ever since then we vowed to keep our windows locked," I explained.

    "Well you can stay here, and wait until one of them comes back home," I nodded my head having nowhere to go. "We can watch a movie, if you'd like," he said, flopping on the same bed I slept on two years ago, he patted next to him.

    "You know damn well I don't bite," he said, before pulling me down next to him. I shook of my shoes and my hoodie leaving me in my band tee shirt and my trousers, I'm free the nipple kind of gal, so I obviously was not wearing a bra. "Do you have extra sweats or something I could borrow? I can't sleep knowing I went out in these clothes," I blushed, covering my chest with my arms, as he looked at me funny.

    "Yeah," he rummaged through his closet before handing me a pair of sweats, he left the room without me telling him to give me privacy. I yelled, done as he entered the room, him being changed also. He flopped next to, laying down on his bed right, he pulled the duvet over us as I melt down his bed also.

    "What movie?" he asked scanning through Netflix, "I'm down for Meet The Parents," I told him, as he nodded his head putting the movie on.

Midst into the movie, when I started yawning a lot. Yawn after the other, I tried to keep my eyes open but it was pretty difficult considering it was cozy laying next to him. The TV being the only light that illuminates the room. I looked up at Harry, who was watching the movie with a sly smile across his lips. My eyes diverted its attention to his plump lips.

    "Take a pictur-"

    I stopped him as I cup his jaw with both my hands pulling him for a kiss, the kiss was soft and gentle, unlike the ones I had before rough and forced. Everything I was thinking about, from Elliot to the girl he was with diminished as I felt the kiss deepened. His mouth parting and so was mine. His hand made its way to my waist before pulling me up on top of him, my hands rested on his chest as I pulled back, a goofy grin plastered on my face.

    "I've been wanting to do that since I met you two years ago," I admitted, raising my hand to my mouth realising what I had just said, I covered my heated face from him as I felt the man vibrate underneath me laughing at me.

    "Feelings mutual hun," he said, pulling me down into a hug that I melted into him. I laid on his chest peacefully, as he rubbed my back slowly. It could be that he was here to emotionally support, or because he was able to make smile with whatever he says, but I know damn too well that I like him more than I should. He kissed the tops of my head, humming lightly as I drifted of to sleep to the sound of the man I adore heartbeats.