forbidden [h.s.]

eight.

Finding myself at Mason's doorstep, once again, actually makes me want to cry. Words cannot begin to describe how much I don't want to be here. Reluctantly, I knock on his door. I stare down at my feet and sigh. A part of me wishes that I'd never been brought into this world and that I didn't have to live like this.

However, I'm pleasantly surprised when Harry answers. He always answers the door. A smile immediately forms on my face at the sight of him.

Oh God, I'm so bad at hiding it. This. Whatever I'm feeling.

He smiles back, easing my anxiety a bit. "Jade, good to see you." He smirks. "I'm afraid Mason's not here."

My face twists in the confusion. What the hell? Why would he ask me to come over when he's not even here? So much for making this special.

I groan and rub my eyes.

"You're welcome to stay inside until he comes." Harry says and steps aside.

Alone with Harry. The image forms a chain of fevered thoughts in my head that I seem to be unable to stop. But, I have to stop them. I can't keep thinking about him that way. We can ever be anything more than friends, if even that.

"I probably shouldn't." Who knows what will happen? I loose all sense of self-control around him. I can't explain why.

"Why not?" Harry asks and frowns a bit.

I look at him and he looks right back at me. He knows exactly why, he just wants me to say it. I know he's not just asking to be polite. He wants me to stay. He's probably having the same thoughts that I am.

Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?

"It's nothing." I shake my head. "I'll wait here for him." I say and step inside.

Harry closes the door and I look back up at him, smiling awkwardly. He stares at me as though he's considering something. I can see him weighing the pros and cons of whatever it is. His mind moves quickly and the smirk that forms on his face tells me he's made a decision.

Harry reaches up and places a hand on my cheek, gently stroking it. I don't want to stop him. He peers into my eyes, almost like he's asking me for permission. I lean into his palm and he pushes my hair behind my ear. The feeling of his hands on me sends electricity throughout my entire being.

What are we doing?

Before I know it, his hands are in my hair and his lips are one mine. Holy shit. It's so gentle, nothing like the forceful tonguing that Mason gives me. His hands are so strong and his lips...Jesus his lips. I'm going to pass out.

I gasp at first, but very quickly collect myself. I kiss him back without a second thought and he slowly pulls me to him. After a moment, he pushes his tongue into my mouth and my eyes snap open. What the fuck! It feels like every nerve inside me is on fire, but in a good way. The taste of cigarette smoke on his tongue is so much more than I'd imagined it'd be. It's warm and it's probably more intoxicating than the actual nicotine itself.

Harry gently presses me against the wall and kisses me for a second more before pulling away. Part of me feels empty with his withdrawal. I look up at him, one of his hands pressed to the wall behind me and the other intertwined with mine. We stare at each other, both of us knowing that we've been craving the moment we just shared for a while.

"That was even better than how I imagined it." Harry says and my chest rises and falls heavily.

So he's been thinking about it too. That's a relief.

I nod in agreement and close my hand tighter around his. "How long have you been imagining it?"

"Jade." Harry laughs, a smirk settling on his beautiful, pink, and soft lips. "Since I first met you."