Last First Kiss [H.S.]

Our Little Secret

June 2, 2013
Holmes Chapel, England

The feeling of someone stirring wakes me up. Remembering the events of yesterday, a wide smile spreads across my face. I turn in my place to be met with a sleeping Harry. His face is in its most relaxed state, a small pout on his lips while soft snores come out of them. His eyes are closed shut and long eyelashes are resting on his cheekbones. He looks effortlessly beautiful in the morning light that peaks through the window.

I run my fingers over his soft features, taking in how innocent he looks asleep. The feeling must've woken him up because his eyes start to softly flutter open, focusing on me. His face lights up and he brings me closer to him. I giggle and rest my hands on his bare chest, running my thumbs over the swallows on his collar bones.

"Good morning my love" He says sweetly, looking at me with complete adoration in his eyes. He leans down to close the already small gap between us, pressing his soft lips against mine for a slow kiss. I hum in appreciation, smiling when I feel him smile against my lips. separately slightly so only my lips are brushing his, I whisper back.

"Good morning"

He smiles, pecking my lips one more time before getting up from the bed. I watch him walk into the bathroom to shower, leaving me to my thoughts. I can't help but go over everything that happened. Every kiss, every hug, every loving word we exchanged to each other. The thought puts a smile on my face until a sudden thought ruins it. Harry and I haven't talked about what is going on between us nor did we establish if there is anything happening. Just because we professed our love for each other, doesn't mean we are automatically anything exclusive. Interrupting my thoughts, a showered Harry comes out of the bathroom, still smiling widely. I must've had a frown on my face because his face falls at the sight of me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, sitting beside me on the bed. I sigh and bite my lip, debating on whether asking him is worth it and remember this is Harry we're talking about. I need to know what's going on.

"Uh, what.. What exactly are we?" I ask timidly, fiddling with my fingers.

"Love, look at me" He says softly, turning my head to face him. "I don't know about you but, I'm all in with this. With us." He says sincerely. His eyes hold so much love it's almost overwhelming. To think I even doubted that Harry would want something was stupid.

"I'm all in with you too Harry" I whisper. At this, he kisses me tenderly, rubbing my cheekbone with his thumb. Pulling away, he smiles down to himself.

"I know it's gonna be different but I know we can do it. I've held my tongue on my feelings for a while now and I can't take it anymore. I don't even wanna think about loosing you if we take the next level but I know I'll feel regret if we don't try. I don't have flowers or chocolates or some fancy dinner but, Em, would you do me the honors of being my lovely girlfriend" He asks, looking into my eyes, searching for any response. I smile widely, my cheeks feeling sore by the action.

"I don't need any of that Harry. I just need you, only you. I would love to be your girlfriend" I say, nodding my head shyly. His smile widens and he kisses my face all over playfully, the end of his curls tickling my face. I laugh loudly, gently pushing him off. His face falls and his eyebrows crease in thought.

"The only problem is, we can't tell anyone that isn't family or close friends" He frowns. The inner battle he's having with himself at this shows. I know how his career is and something like this can blow up in our faces if we aren't careful. I understand because hell, I've been in the spotlight as much as he has being 'Harry Styles' Childhood Best Friend'. I've gotten my fair share of mobs even if Harry wasn't with me. The press doesn't bother me nor will it ever, but he only wants to protect me.