little miss sunshine » harry au

part eight.

harry's awakened by a shuffling sound and a pressure on his chest. ciel is there, right up close to his face, rubbing her tired eyes and yawning. it's the cutest thing and harry has to hold in a squeal. he lets a grin slip through as she sits up.

"morning," he drawls, his voice gravelly due to sleep.

"morning." her voice is raspy as well, and it's a lot hotter than harry thought it would be. her hair is quite messy, still in it's ponytail. "shit, harry. i have to go to school."

"right, right. what time is it?" harry sits up as well, a kink in his neck after sleeping on the couch. he figures it was worth it.

ciel looks at her phone and curses. "it's nine o'clock, harry! god dammit!

ciel scrambles up from the couch and races around harry's flat, grabbing her sweater and phone charger. harry gets up as well and heads to his front door.

ciel meets him there and looks at him for a moment. harry stares at her too, and her eyes look so blue, still clouded with sleep.

and she's so close.

he could...he could...

he could do anything.

so he leans in slightly. so does she. they get closer and closer until their lips are a hairswidth apart.

then.

then ciel pulls back and shakes her head, seeming to snap out of it. harry frowns as a blush dusts his cheeks.

she pulls open the door and grabs her stuff, gives harry a nod, then proceeds to walk out the door.

"ciel?" harry speaks abruptly, stepping forward.

she turns towards him with raised eyebrows. "yeah?"

harry moves closer and cups her face, closes his eyes, then leans in and kisses her. it's soft and sweet, just lips. they move together like that's what they were meant to do. they're breathing against each other's cheeks and their noses are pressing into each other's faces and harry feels his heart melting because this is what he's been waiting for.

harry's hand moves to her back and ciel's move to grip his neck. harry pushes her backwards so she's against the doorframe and moves his lips a little faster.

eventually, once it's absolutely necessary, they pull away for air, both of them blushing. ciel's eyes widen once she realizes what had just happened. "harry," she whispers. "i'm seventeen."

"i don't care," harry replies immediately, his hands resting on her waist. "i don't care."

"you should," ciel says, her eyes cast downwards. "it's illegal."

she then removes harry's hands from her waist and grabs her things, which were left forgotten on the floor. she rushes out of harry's reach and down the hall.

harry cries.