CAUGHT
Harry stops his car when we have arrived in front of my house. It is already dark outside, only the street lights and the lamps attached to the houses in my street are illuminating the dark night. There is still light burning in the living room of my house, so I know that either my mother or my father are still awake, waiting for me to come home.
"I had a lot of fun tonight." I tell Harry and slightly turn my body to him to fully look at him. Harry's head drops a bit and he looks down at his lap, a little smile playing on his plump lips. The dimple on his right cheek appears.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Harry says and turns his head to me. I recognize that his cheeks turned a light pink, "I hope we can see us again, Y/N."
"Is that already an invite for a second date? Ugh, you're so clingy, Harry."
Harry's jaw drops a bit and he anxiously looks around, "I thought—I just—"
"I'm kidding, Harry," I tell him, feeling a little abashed that I made him so insecure with that innocent joke of mine, "I'd love to see you again."
"Oh." He mumbles and gives me a small smile which I return.
"I think I have to go now. You know what my dad said. It's two minutes before ten," I say and pick up my bag from the leg area, "I'll see you Monday in school, I guess, or you could text me. I don't know."
Harry nods and his eyes move to the entrance of my house. The light in my living room is still burning. I place my hand on the door handle and am about to push the door of the car open when suddenly Harry stops me from leaving by placing his large and soft hand on my knee.
My fingers slide off the door handle and I turn to Harry, a frown appearing on my forehead. Harry takes his hand away from my knee and places it underneath my chin instead. The tension in the car immediately shifts.
Harry leans forward and after a short moment of silence and a head full of thoughts, he kisses me. His soft lips move gently with mine. My hand dives into his curly hair and I use the new won hold to press him a bit closer.
The way we are sitting makes it awkward and uncomfortable to kiss, so Harry's hands slide down my waist and he gestures me to move over onto his lap, which I gladly do. I straddle his lap and we stop kissing for a second but our lips stay connected.
Straddling his lap, his arms envelop my body and his right hand slowly moves down to my behind. This goodbye took a completely different turn. But our private and heated moment doesn't last long. We are torn out of our make out session when both of us hear a rather rough knock on the window of Harry's car.
We separate our lips from each other and turn our heads to passenger side where my father is standing, looking not very amused by what he has caught us doing.
"Oh shit," Harry whispers, "Your father's gonna hate me."
Without noticing Harry's little remark I open the door of the driver side and climb of Harry's lap and out of the car. I quickly sort my hair and adjust my shirt. Harry gets out of the car as well and I take his hand in mine before we walk around the car and approach my angered father.
"Hi dad." I breathe and tighten the grip around Harry's warm hand.
"It is past ten, young lady. You do not answer your phone and when I get out to remind you that it's past the time I allowed you to go out, I catch you making out with this guy." My dad says and crosses his arms in front of his chest. A deep crease has formed between his eyebrows and he eyes Harry attentively.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"I'm sorry, too. It was my fault. I should have stuck to the rules which you've made clear before." Harry says embarrassed and sheepishly. My dad huffs.
"You've got two minutes to say goodbye to him." He says and leaves with another huff escaping his lips. A colour of pink took over my cheeks as I watch my father.
"I guess, that was it with a second date." Harry states.
"No, no, I will sort that out. I'm sure we can see each other next Friday."
"Oh, next Friday already? God, you're so clingy, Y/N," Harry says with a grin on his face which revealed his joke, "Kidding, babe. I'd love to see you next Friday."
"Okay, I think I better go now or that really was it." I say and go on my tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. I'm about to leave but Harry doesn't let go off my hand.
"Wait." He says and I stumble back and against his chest. I end up being close enough so he can lean down and kiss me once again. The kiss is sweet but short and I wish we wouldn't have to stop. Hell, I wish we wouldn't have been interrupted in Harry's car by my father.
"I'll count on you and your convincing side, Y/N," Harry says with a smirk, his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans as I approach the front door of my house, "I expect to see you next Friday for our second date. I'll text you later."
Harry walks backwards until he hits his car. I giggle and open the door to my house, "God, stop being so clingy, Harry."
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