I knocked on what I thought was Harry's door impatiently, tapping my foot, my hands on my hips. If he doesn't open the fucking door soon, I am gonna knock it down myself-
The door swung open, and I there I saw Seleen. Her eyes narrowed, looking me over.
" I was just trying to find Harry. I didn't know it was your room, sorry!" I apologized, starting to turn around. But before I could, I felt a sharp sting against my cheek. Then I realized, she had slapped me.
"I hope you're happy you stole Harry from me, nasty bitch!" She said menacingly, before slamming the door in my face. I held my hand to my face for a second, before going to the next door and pounding both of my fists against it. I was in the middle of knocking when the door opened and I saw Harry there, looking bewildered.
It was probably 3 in the morning, and he had a bed head, and it was actually super sexy. But I didn't dwell on that long.
"Is there any fucking reason that your girlfriend just called me a bitch, and slapped me?" I said calmly, gesturing to the red mark on my face.
He stood there in shock for a minute.
"She called you a bitch? And slapped you?"
"A nasty bitch, to be precise," I said, looking straight forward. I wasn't going to let this get to me.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" I asked, in monotone. He nodded, confused.
"I'll just come straight out and ask, did you fuck Seleen and just leave her, so you could do the same to me?" I felt the anger blossoming in my stomach again, but I held it down. I wanted to know what he had to say for himself.
"No, well uhm, ye-"
"Yes or no?" I demanded.
"I guess, erm, yeah.." He trailed off. "So Greg was right, you really are a dick." I said, shaking my head. The anger quickly dissolved, leaving me with tears. I tried to hold them back but to no avail, they came sliding down anyways.
"But wait, that was before I met you! I changed!" He said, taking a step towards me.
"Thats what they all say," I spat, disgusted. "No, really.." He said softly, taking my hands in his. I jerked them away. "What is it about me that made you change?" I asked, the tears still flowing.
"Because you're... different. Different from the other girls. You don't just give yourself away to anyone who asks, you're saving yourself for someone special, you haven't even had your first kiss yet..." He trailed off, looking down into my eyes.
I looked back into his beautiful green eyes as he wiped my tears away. "I want to be that person," He whispered, "If thats okay?" He asked, looking unsure.
I was dazed. But I liked Harry a lot... a lot more than I should..
I nodded slightly, as he leaned in.
His lips pressed gently to mine, moving together in perfect sync.
They were soft, and warm, dancing with mine. I could smell his skin, a soft, musky scent, and I loved it. He pulled me into his room, putting me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his arms snaking around my lower waist, the kiss getting more intense.
He licked my upper lip, asking for entrance, but I hesitated. What if I was a sloppy kisser? Or I slobbered... But his lips forced mine open, his tongue entering my mouth, exploring. My stomach was in knots, butterflies errupting inside of me.
I didn't know kissing was this.. exhilerating.
My eyes were closed, and I was enjoying the sensation of Harry's mouth against mine when an unwelcome thought popped into my head.
Louis.
I pulled away quickly. "Harry, we shouldn't have.. I.. I have to go." I said before running out the door, not even giving him a chance to say anything.
What the hell did I just do?
