Across the Hall

Chapter 11: A Drunken Mistake

I immediately responded to the kiss. Our lips moved in sync, and it was the best feeling in the world.

I was still a little drunk from the party, but I knew what I was doing.

He broke from the kiss, only to flip me over so I was on top.

When I kissed him again the kiss was still rushed and passionate. I involuntarily moaned as he found a sweet spot behind my ear.

He chuckled on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"H-Harry," I said breathless, my voice quiet and low.

"Ya?" He asked as he brought his face back up.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," I said, unsure of how he would feel about this when he was sober.

"Why?" He questioned, leaning in again.

I put my hand on his chest to stop him from him moving further. "You're going to regret this in the morning," I said embarrassed.

"Well I don't regret what just happened," he said, causing me to laugh.

"You're very drunk and I think you're even more horny," I laughed and he joined in, his cheeks reddenning.

"So I can't convince you to keep making out with me?" Harry asked sticking his bottom lip out.

"I don't think so," I giggled.

He leaned in and moved my hair behind my ear and kissed my neck. "What if I do this?" He breathed out.

"Harry," I whined, begging him to stop.

He wasn't aware that I actually had feelings for him and wanted to keep them hidden and safe.

"Fine, let's just finish the movie then?" He questioned, obviously a little frusturated that I didn't give in.

"Sure," I said, moving the blanket that had fallen on the floor back on our legs.

I let my head find its spot on his chest next to my hand and fell asleep to his chest rising and falling.

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"Annabelle. Wake up," Someone shook me from my sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw Harry standing over me. I was under the duvet on his bed.

"Did you carry me here last night?" I asked.

"Well I thought the couch would be uncomfortable, so I brought you in here," Harry said looking down.

"You thought correctly. Thanks," I laughed and got up.

"Uh I already went to the cafe to get us breakfast. I hope you like croissants," Harry chuckled as he lead me into the living room.

"Oh thanks. That's really sweet," I thanked him. He seemed different this morning. Nervous maybe?

"Are you okay?" I asked in a light tone.

"Ya this is just kind of an apology for last night you know? I didn't mean to try to force you into something you weren't comfortable with," He said, running his hand through his hair.

"You didn't have to. I was perfectly fine last night Harry," I laughed trying to make him feel better.

"Ok well enjoy your breakfast," Harry coughed obviously uncomfortable.

I walked over to his kitchen and got myself a mug and plate. I poured the coffee from the large styrofoam container into my mug and grabbed a croissant and apple.

I ate my breakfast within a matter of minutes unaware of how hungry I was from not eating anything last night.

I found Harry in the chair next to the huge bookcase in the corner of the room looking out at the New York skyline.