Allergic to Roses

Late Night Confessions

Axel's POV

As I laid in bed that night, the one thought that was running through my mind non-stop was Harley, and everything about her. The little twitch her mouth does when she's trying not to smile, and the little dimple that appears when she grins widely, everything.

I groaned and flipped over on the bed, tucking my hands underneath my pillow as I tried to drown out my thoughts of Harley.

"Well what are you waiting for?" She asked me, her eyebrows raising in a challenging sort of way.

I cleared my throat, "I was walking you to your door. That's what I'm supposed to do, anyway. It's gentlemen-y."

"What do you mean supposed to do?" She questioned as she pulled out a key and attempted to open the lock on the door.

I shrugged even though she couldn't see me, "in all the movies you're supposed to walk the girl to the door, I mean, I would know. I've had to do it a bunch of times." She laughed at my joke, "you could've just said 'thanks' or 'goodnight' like a normal person, y'know."

She snorted, "right. Wanna know what else happens in the movies?"

"What?"

"The guy kisses the girl."

I raised an eyebrow, "yeah? And how would you feel about that?" My heart beat sped up in anticipation of her response, the seconds dragging out excruciatingly slowly as my heart thumped loudly in my chest.

Her eyes widened and she shrunk back into the wood of the door, the key now tightly pressed in her palm and not trying to pry open the lock.

Her eyes never left mine, contradicting my previous thoughts that she was going to reject me, as I continued to lean in, my body inching towards her's slowly.

"Uh, A-Axel." She said, putting her hand sheepishly on my chest.

I grinned a little, "Harley? Do I make you nervous?" It was different seeing the normal outspoken and sarcastic Harley acting vulnerable, and it was definitely turning me on.

"No," she told me firmly, shaking her head slightly.

But it sounded like she was reassuring herself more than me.

"I think I do," I whispered against her lips, the distance minimal and my lips already tingling with energy, my eyes flicking down to her's every few seconds.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and crashed her lips against mine hungrily.

I grinned into the kiss, my mouth quickly moving to action, kissing her with every bit of lust I've been hoping for.

She kissed against my lips, her's soft and smooth. I brought my hands to either side of her head, roughly pushing on the wood, our bodies tightly molded together. I felt her hands scrape the nape of my neck as they moved to behind my head, the feeling of her long fingers running through my hair stirring my lust even more.

I heard a little moan sound from the back of her throat and smirked softly knowing that I was making her feel this way.

I felt her teeth bite down on my lips lightly as a 'shut up' sort of gesture, and I laughed a little, never breaking our heated kiss.

When we both finally pulled away, it felt like a few blissful hours later. Our mingled breaths were coming out hot and shallow, our foreheads pressed tightly together as we regained our energy.

"Well that's how you kiss a girl," she said humorously.

I laughed and quickly kissed her lips again. "Goodnight, Harley."

Her eyes met mine, "goodnight, Axel."

The door clicked shut behind her.

The memory was fresh in my mind, now, and it was almost as if it were stuck on replay. An endless cycle of one of the greatest ends to the best date I've ever been on, and one of the best kisses I've ever shared.

And I wanted more.

Not sex, but kissing her. I wanted more of Harley, more of her quirks and the small bits and pieces of her only a few knew.

And with my mind forming a plan, I drifted off into sleep, a certain girl invading my thoughts.

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Wesley's POV

"Ley?" I yelled into the silence of our apartment.

Ainsley, Jordan, Mimi, Duncan, and I had gotten back a little after two in the morning and I was surprised to not see Harley awake.

She was the definition of a night owl. Sleeps all day, and then gets mad when we wake her up, only to stay up until three in the morning and repeat the same damn process.

I walked into her room, the room darkening curtains overlapping tightly so no light would get through in the morning.

"Harley?" I asked, moving over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

I watched as she stirred in her sleep, making out her head against the pillow, and her arms tucked securely under it.

She was lying on her stomach, the covers messily covering her body. She suddenly moaned a little in her sleep and turned over on her side so that I could see her sleeping face, the little wisps of her hair coming untucked from her ponytail.

"What are you doing to me?" I murmured softly, trying to ignore the powerful urge to kiss her pouty lips.

She didn't move, much to my relief when I moved the hair from her cheeks and tucked the soft strands behind her ear.

I kissed her gently on the forehead, and slowly stood up, ready to leave the room just in case I ended up waking her up because of one of my unrequited late-night-feelings confessions.

It was one thing to be in love with your best friend, it was another to have her know that.

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A/N: Even though that was short I uploaded fast and I feel like you'll all be happy with it...

Harley/Axel moment AND a Harley/Wes moment in one chapter? I know. #TheFeels

If you're bored you can check out my new story "Meet The Manager," the first chapter upload will be this Friday.

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