Wonderwall

Chapter 12

He shuts the door as I take a seat on his bed. The covers are tousled around from earlier, I can't help myself from smoothing out the sheets.

"So what do you want to do?" I look up at him. My legs dangle off the bed, my feet swinging back and forth. He stands in front of me a blank expression stitched to his face.

"I don't know. What would you like to do?" Harry scratches the back of his neck, pushing his hair out of his face.

"We could.. Kiss?" Im surprised by my confidence. Harry smirks before nodding his head. He strolls over to me, taking my face in his big hands.

"Beautiful.." He breathes like he always does before he kisses me. I feel my cheeks heat. Our lips connect and his body crashes down on me, pushing me farther on the bed, so my bed is at the head board.

His lips trail down to my neck and I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth as he nibbles on my neck. He hums into my neck, traveling back to my lips. I push my tongue into his mouth, trailing it against his. His lip piercing tingles against my skin.

Harry's hands wander down to my hips, gripping them tightly. His left hand slowly moves to the inside on my thigh, drawing small circles, making me tingle in pleasure.

I take matters into my own hands, I push myself up so I can flip over on top of him. I scoot myself up, driving my knee accidentally into his groin.

"Fuck!" Harry groans in pain. He falls off of me, flipping off the bed. "Fuck!" He groans again. "Shit! Fuck!" I screech in surprise, hopping off the bed. He lies on the ground, grabbing himself.

"I am so so sorry!" I kneel down beside him. Harry's face is red and his eyes are screwed shut. "I'll go get ice!" I spring to my feet and down the stairs. I open up the freezer grabbing three ice cubes at a time, finding a sandwich bag to put it in.

I rush into the room, tossing the bag in his direction. Unfortunately he wasn't looking in my direction and got the bag filled of ice right to his head. "Are you trying to kill me?" He yells after the ice hits him.

"No, of coarse not!" I grab his arms, helping him up from the floor. "I didn't mean to I swear.." I tell him. He chuckles lightly, taking the ice from me and placing it to his groin.

"Looks like I won't be using that tonight.." He sighs, rolling his head back in pain. Be cheeks heat at what he just said, my stomach bubbling with nervousness.

"I'm sorry." I say for what feels like the fiftieth time. I kiss his nose lingering for a few seconds.

"You didn't mean to.." His voice is strained with pain from both injuries I induced. I lay down beside him, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe it was just today you took my to get my prom dress." I smile when thinking about the alluring colour and the softness of its silk. "Thank you again." I look over at him, planting s firm kiss to his jaw.

"Why is prom so important to everyone?" He asks. I've grown up with my mom telling me all her memories from her prom and how it's the most magical night of your life.

"Cause it's a celebration that we survived high school." I laugh. He stares at the ceiling his face like stone.

"I just don't see how it's so important." I mumbles.

"So you're going to leave me by myself?" I can't help but blurt out. He turns to me with a surprised look on his face. I can't believe I expected that from him, expected that he would go with me. I can imagine how amazing it would be with him. He would be in a tux, and I in my dress. We'd dance all night to songs we've heard all year. He'd have a great time but would hate to admit it because he wouldn't like me knowing that I was right and he was wrong. It would be perfect.