Falling for You

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H E A T H E R ~

Knowing that Harry came by the house was a shocker to me. Really, to me I didn't think he would come and 'talk' but not really talk, just apologize for making me walk home. Knowing that someone did a mistake they regret, they wait for weeks, months, or even years to forgive that person. For me, I'm not like other girls. 24 hours, one whole day is enough for me already. I don't actually need weeks, months, or years just to forgive him or her. That's just plain stupid. Last night was the best day I've ever experienced. No, we did not have sex. Feeling confident over myself when I'm around him. No, I didn't think I would have my confidence take over me when I held his hand two or three times. I really like his hands. It's warm and big for my hands. I feel like he's there for me when I need him, or like I feel like I'm being protective and I really love that feeling. I don't know if it's true or not but I just love the feeling of being protective. Because knowing that person really cares for you and all. Yeah, we know. They told me. They were the one giving me the courage of holding his hands last night. I mumbled a 'thanks' for them. You're welcome Heather.

Hearing loud snores. Knowing that I'm still in bed with loud snores. I don't snore that loud. Oh no. I looked up seeing Harry. Willing to freak out but he'll wake up and I don't want that. I can feel his hand on my waist, feeling protective, it gives me chills down through my spine and everywhere. I really really really like you Harry, but all I don't know if you feel the same way as I told myself. I explored his face while he's still sleeping. His jaw structure, his nose, his eyelashes, his pinkish red juicy lips. Omfg. Did I just say juicy? Yeah, you did. Wow. Remembering last night, I wanted to kiss him so badly. I refused because I was thinking he wouldn't kiss me back. But when I saw him looked at my lips, I needed to kiss him so badly but I couldn't cause we're not together. I want ours to be a perfect kiss if he ever asks me to be his girlfriend. I doubt he will.

"Stop staring at me." I heard a well- known raspy voice. His voice is angelic in the morning. I hid under the blankets.

"Good morning babe." He said. Stop calling me that. I'm not your babe. You guys act like it. Didn't I tell you guys too, that I called him babe last night twice. I don't know why I called him that anyways. He's probably mocking me.

"Morning." I looked up at him, his eyes were still close. I felt his legs around mines. I don't feel his jeans? Did he take them off? I looked under the blanket, all he had was his boxers on with no t-shirt.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked him.

"Took them off."

"Why?" I said, so confused.

"Because I don't sleep with my clothes on, it's uncomfortable. I'm sorry." He said. Why is he apologizing?

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I don't know. Can we go back sleep?" I hugged his torso, tracing his butterfly on stomach. He flinched cause maybe it tickles.

"Nope, I can't. I'm up. You should too." I told him. He groaned.

"5 more minutes." He begged.

"No, come on. I'm hungry. Cook me breakfast please." I begged him. He sighed. I chuckled.

"Your mom can cook you breakfast." He said.

"I don't think she's home. It's almost noon. She leaves early." He nodded.

"Give me 5 minutes please." I sighed.

"Fine then. I'll see you downstairs." I kissed his cheeks, it was so close to his lips. Omfg! I almost kissed his lips. He smiled.