Crazy | {h.s}

Makeout Session; It's Friday After All

His hands squeeze my hips and with the gentle grace of a god he directs mine towards his.

My hands fall through his hair, being less timid now as I push back the curls falling in front of his face. He lets out breathy moans every time I tug a bit too hard.

"We should. . .mmm, we should probably stop." I murmur.

Harry pushes his hips into me, bumping his nose accidentally against mine, "Noooo."

I giggle and whisper, "We don't want to go too far."

"I do. I want to go so far." He whines, nudging my cheek with his forehead.

"We're not even dating, Hazza."

"You don't have to date to make out with someone. Or do anything else."

"No, I know, but I still don't really want to."

"Okay," He murmurs, "To be honest, though, I kind of assumed we were dating. I mean, we kiss a lot, and we are always together and we like each other a lot. Doesn't that mean we're dating?"

"I guess," I shrug, "We never really put an official label on it though."

"Ohhh," He smiles, "Shall I do the honours then?"

I giggle, "Sure."

"Okay. Mrs. Caster, would you do me the great pleasure of being my official girlfriend?"

"Of course, Mr. Styles. I would love to."

"Fabulous." He burps, blowing his breath in my face. "I can do that now that you're my girlfriend. You have to put up with it."

"Eww, Harry. Noooo."

He laughs, "Okay lets go watch a movie or something."

"Okay." I say, planting one more kiss on his lips before sliding down from the counter.

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"Fucking classic. " Harry says, shoveling the stir-fry into his mouth.

Ferris Bueller's Day Off flashes across the screen as Harry flips the volume up.

I pop a fry into my mouth, leaning my back against the arm rest and leave my feet propped up on Harry's lap.

With half a potato wedge in my mouth, I manage to ask a question that's been floating through my head all night, "Harry, are we going to tell people we're dating?"

He hums in concentration, "Yeah, I mean. . .everyone basically already knows, right? Like, we've known each other since summer and we kissed in front of everyone that one day we went pumpkin picking. Plus, we're always together, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess. I haven't told any of my family about you though."

"I've said some things to my sister and my mum knows a little bit, but we can just wait until we're ready, yeah?"

"Okay." I say, placing my finished plate on the coffee table and curling into Harry's side.

He places his plate down too before swinging his arm around my shoulder.

"You know, I expected to feel different once this day finally came, but I feel the same." He says.

"Mmm. I know, nothing's really changed. Except for that makeout session an hour ago, but I'm sure there'll be many more of those."

I smile and give him a glance. He giggles.

"At least I hope."

"There will be." He says confidently.