Harry Blurbs

First Kisses

Harry and (Y/N) had always been best friends so their parents didn't find it surprising when they came home that day, cheeks a deep shade of pink, smirks evident and their slightly awkward demeanour towards one another.

Harry and (Y/N) had found their spot when they were 12. They always loved walking by the river and the fields, it was where they went to be alone, away from the world, away from people, away from themselves. Harry and (Y/N) felt like they became other people when they went to their spot. Everything was different when they were there.

"Wait, you've never told me when your first kiss was. And who it was with!" (Y/N) sat cross-legged in front of Harry, whose legs were stretched out in front of him, his arms behind his body holding himself up.

"You've never told me either." (Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to divert her eyes anywhere else but towards his. Harry sat up fully himself, trying his best to read his best friends features. "Please tell me it wasn't Jason or someone (Y/N). Anyone but him."

"What? No, I haven't kissed Jason. I-I haven't kissed anyone. That's why I've never told you." (Y/N) finally lifted her gaze. The pair made eye contact, (Y/N)'s cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"How have you not kissed anyone? In your 20 years on this earth, you've never kissed anyone?" Harry was bewildered by the fact that his best friend, the person he thought was the prettiest girl he knew, hadn't been kissed yet. No one had swept her off her feet and he couldn't believe it. (Y/N) simply shook her head, interlocking her hands in her knees and staring at them.

"I've never kissed anyone either." Harry's statement came out a little too abruptly for his liking, his eyes widening as the last word left his lips, eyes darting to see how she reacted. Her eyes lifted from where they were previously looking, finding his in an instant.

"What?" She was just as amazed at Harry's words as he was. They made her feel a mixture of relieved that she wasn't the only one, and a pang of slight sadness that the person who'd spoken multiple times about how he pictured his first kiss to be hadn't yet experienced it.

"Um. Yeah. I haven't had my first kiss. I'm glad you haven't either." Harry started to fumble with the rings that adorned his fingers. (Y/N) gave him a confused look, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Why are you glad?"

Harry stood up quickly, dusting his jeans off before holding his hand out for (Y/N) to grab. When they were both stood up, a confused look still evident on (Y/N)'s face, Harry cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips on hers.

It took a few moments for (Y/N) to finally kiss him back, but when she did she didn't regret it. Harry slowly walked them backwards toward the tree they'd been using for shade, (Y/N)'s back softly hitting the rough bark. Her hands came up to rest around his neck, playing with the soft curls that fell at the bottom of his head.

After what felt like an eternity, they pulled apart for air, Harry's forehead coming to rest on (Y/N)'s.

"That's why I'm glad you hadn't been kissed. You were my first, and I'm so glad I got to be yours." A smile played at his lips as he pecked her lips once more, grabbing her hand as he lead her back to their houses.