Adore You [H.S]

23 // Boyfriend

"So when do you go back home?" Harry asks me over the light sound of both our boots tapping against the freshly shoveled sidewalk. It was so cold out, I'm sure someone a mile away could see my breath. My hands were very occupied, one fisted deep in my pocket and the other gripping tightly onto a mug of hot chocolate as we walked through the frigid London night.

"The 26th," I say, sighing.

"I see," he says knowingly, nodding.

The breeze picks up causing a sudden chill to climb down my spine, making me shiver and tighten my grip on the to-go mug in my hand. My teeth chatter slightly. I guess it wasn't the best idea to wear my dress coat since it hardly provides me with any warmth at all.

"Are you too cold?" he asks worriedly, starting to remove his coat. "Because I can..."

"Harry, you don't need to offer me your coat." I stop him, placing my hand gently on his chest. His muscles were taught under my freezing finger as I looked up to meet the deadly gaze of his emerald green eyes. They were unlike anything I've ever seen before. I may have seen his eyes in pictures and in real life, but we were now so close that his breath practically warmed my face. His eyes were remarkable this close.

He slowly slipped his coat back up his arms, refusing to argue with me.

"Let me see your hands at least," he says, taking the hot cocoa from my hand and setting on down on the sidewalk. I pull my hand out of the pocket and hold it out for him. He takes ahold of both of them in his warm, large hands and raises them up to his lips. Attaching his lips gently to his hands that were cupped around mine, he blew hot air over them, immediately sending a warm and cozy feeling spiraling throughout my body.

I continued to look into his eyes and he looked up at me through his eyelashes as he warmed my hands. It felt nice, earning affection like this from Harry, I meant.

He pulled away from my hands but continued to hold onto them for a minute longer before letting go of them softly. I played with the skin around my nails as I continued to stare up at him, his figure much taller than mine towering over me. I felt my heartbeat at a steady pace in my chest, I didn't feel nervous.

After looking into each other's eyes for a few moments, his face slowly begins to inch down toward mine and I begin to panic as I realize what's happening.

He wants to kiss me!

What do I do?

I inch back slightly and his eyes widen. A deep shade of red covers his cheeks as he also realizes what he just tried to do. He quickly takes a few steps back to get his distance from me.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Lili. I don't know what came over me," he says, utterly humiliated. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, desperately trying to get that image of me rejecting him out of his mind.

I felt bad. Harry's so sweet and I would never want to hurt him. But, I like Noah.

Right?

"No, it's okay. I just don't usually..." I trail off as I look up at Harry, who's eyes were watery. He was so embarrassed, and I couldn't stand to see him like that.

Harry's a celebrity. He can travel anywhere anytime. Noah isn't. He is stuck here in London.

What would Jess say if she saw this situation right now?

I have no idea what alien possessed me, but I quickly walked forward, grabbed Harry by the sides of his face, pulled him down, and kissed him. Hard.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and push my small frame up against his much larger one. My hands traveled from his jaw to the naps of his neck and played with the curls back there.