Sweaters [hs]

six

Portland || 11:42am

Harry pulled away, closing his eyes; his hand still resting between her neck and shoulder.

"I apologize, I have no idea what came over me. Your lips look so..." He paused, frowning in search of words. "Kissable."

Noah blushed, looking down to fidget with her hands, "No, no. Its okay, it's fine. I kind of liked it."

"Really?" Harry played with the hem of his sweater, looking up to meet her crystal, blue eyes.

She nodded and he leaned in again, connecting their lips together. Their mouths move in perfect accord, Harry's fingertips brush against her hips; his other thumb caressing her cheek.

The kiss is interrupted by the door to the roof squeaking open, their professor and the janitor stepping out.

"I asked for the two of you to swap secrets, not saliva." Professor shook his head, motioning for the two of them to file off of the roof.

-

After Noah and Harry kissed two weeks ago, she had been texting him 24/7 and always meeting up with him at the library or cafe'. Harry suggested that she meet the rest of the boys; he mentioned it during their many cafe' meet-ups.

"Do you want to maybe come over and meet my roommates?" Harry scratched the back of his neck, tapping his fingertips on the table.

"Yeah, of course. Tonight?" Noah sipped her chai tea, pulling down her black sweater.

"I'll pick you up at 6?" Harry stood as they prepared to leave, dropping a tip on the table.

As the two parted ways with a sweet kiss to the cheek, Noah thought about tonight and meeting up with the boys.

Would they even like her? What will Harry introduce me as? His girlfriend, or his friend with the occasional benefit of kissing her?

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts into the back of her mind, trudging into her bedroom to decide on what to wear.