dream

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I look around. Massive building, high ceilings, chandeliers hanging low. Hundreds of people walking around, wearing their best suits, dresses. Waiters offering champagne. I take a glass, and sip slowly. I notice Meghan, who I haven't spoke to in years, looking at me. I offer a small wave, realising how much I miss my best friend, and to my surprise she waves back. I walk towards her and sit on the bench beside her, in a little hall that was separating the two big rooms together.

"Hi." I say watching the plate of food on her lap.

"Hey." She gives me a small smile.

"I'm sorry." I start to apologise for the argument that we had years ago, which I caused.

"Listen, it's fine. We're here now, aren't we?" Her big brown eyes sparkling, like mine, with happiness.

I nod my head, and spot Harry watching me, the only person standing in the crowd that seemed to be constantly moving. His eyes, his smile, drew me to him. He almost looked like he was about to disappear. I had to see him.

"I have to go." I say to my friend, and I see her looking at the man, smiling.
"I'll find you." Are my final words to Meghan as I walk off towards Harry.

But when my head pops up, he's not there. I Immediately follow the people who were all going the same way. I look around for his head, and as soon as I spot him..

"There you are!" I hear a woman shout, and I immediately recognise her as my dance teacher.
"You're late, go. Go!" She pushed me into a crowd, already dancing.

I don't dance, but somehow my feet were doing all the right things, and it felt great. Some woman in a red dress spins me around, and as she does I catch another glimpse of Harry. I start to laugh with happiness, of how good it feels to be dancing and to finally see Harry. He's staring at me, his green eyes sparkling while his mouth curls up into an admirable smile.

I can't help but blush watching him, watching me. He runs his hand through his perfectly messy hair showing his teeth. I spin back around again and try to make it look like I'm changing dancing partners, while making my way towards him. By the time I'm where he was, he's gone. I see him walking away, looking back every few seconds, making sure I'm following. I am. Pushing my way through the crowd, I see him turn and disappear behind a wall. I hurry not wanting to loose him again, though deep inside I know I'll find my way back to him.

I walk into the room that no one seemed to notice, as it was only Harry standing in the corner. I approach him, his back towards me. My hand touches his shoulder and he spins around, his eyes staring straight into mine. My heart beating faster, I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know we're hiding. I know they all think this is wrong, but it feels so right.

I grab both his hands into mine and watch as he closes his eyes taking a big breath, holding my hands tightly. My right hand travels from his, to the side of his face. So badly wanting to touch him, making sure he won't disappear. He leans into my touch and it feels like heaven. My stomach tightens slightly as I watch his tongue slip out to lick his bottom lip before he bites it gently.

He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to. I know he wants this, he wants my touch, me just being close. And I want the same. I grab his face with both my hands and he inhales sharply, making me smile. His hands travel to my hips, pulling me close. My breath hitches at his sudden movements, and he chuckles, showing of his dimples, loving the effect he has on me. I pull his face to mine, and I peck his lips, immediately feeling like my whole body is on fire. He pulls away quickly, panicked, hoping no one saw us.
I look around the empty white room.

"Harry, please." I say desperate to touch him one more time.

He gives in as soon as I say his name. He grabs me once again, one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my neck. Slowly pulling me towards him. He knows this is wrong, I do too. But neither of us care. We're longing for eachother. I can't wait any longer, knowing what's about to happen, I stand on my tippy toes and reach out as far as I can, hearing Harry's voice vibrate in his throat. He wants this, my lips on his. He's tired of waiting, of hiding his feelings. I am too, and he knows that.

Our lips attach slowly. It's almost painful how gentle he's being.

"Please.." I beg against his soft lips, not caring if anyone sees us, even though I know I should.

"Shh." He whispers, not making me quiet, but telling me that he's here, that I've got him now.

He attached our lips, faster this time, but still slowly. We start moving in sync, both of us loving the feeling growing inside of us. The kiss deep, passionate and full of love. He licks my bottom lip, and I give in, slightly opening my mouth, not wanting to wait any longer. He moans as soon as our tongues meet, making my knees go weak, but he grabs my hips holding me up. I try to move closer to him, wanting to feel his body against mine. I feel him smile to the kiss, making me do the same.

Why should we hide from every single person we know, when this feels so right. This is where we belong. With each other. We both know it.

I huff as he pulls away slowly, resting his forehead on mine. I lick my lips, trying hopelessly to savour his taste. My eyes open and immediately see his green ones staring into mine. He loves me, he doesn't need to say it. I know it. I love him too.