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First kisses are made up to be the biggest of events, the point where everything changes in your almost meaningless life. It is the first time you experience love, the first time you experience someone wanting you back, and there's nothing really quite like it. The fact that you've liked someone so long and they admit they like you back and it culminates in a kiss? It's simply perfect. Does it define almost your entire life? It could, it really could, if it's the right kiss. Could it give your life meaning? If it's the right person, yeah, it could. Of course, never having been kissed, Reagan contemplated this thought as she looked at Harry. Kissing Harry sounded incredibly appealing, not just because of the kiss itself, but because he would be her first, and they say you never forget your first. As much as it pained her to admit it, she never wanted to forget the days she's spent with Harry.

Reagan looked up at Harry's surprised face and smiled before getting on the tips of her toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and couldn't help but feel like it was right, so right. He smiled at her, still taken aback obviously, but so incredibly ready. She leaned in, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and when she was just about an inch away she stopped. He looked at her questioningly, not understanding why she didn't go for it already.

It wasn't a matter of nervousness or anything of the sort. She was just giving Harry a taste of his own medicine.

She smirked, "Just kidding."

As much as she wanted to kiss him, he had been such a dick to her that she couldn't just simply kiss him that easily. No, he had to work for it. She wasn't going to give him her first kiss just because.

"What!?"

"Like I'm really going to kiss you."

She attempted to pull away from him, but he wasn't having it. Instead he pulled her towards him with such force, that she gasped. Her hands were on his chest and his arms were tightly wrapped around her and he said with a certain cockiness in his voice, "No, maybe you're not, but I sure as hell am."

And he did.

He pressed his lips to hers and Reagan's eyes widened at the contact. She didn't think he would actually do it, but she secretly hoped he would. His lips pressed against hers, his hands hot upon her now damp shirt, her hands tightened upon his chest and he couldn't help but chuckle softly against her lips.

When he pulled back, and smiled that goofy looking smile of his, she couldn't help but laugh. It was pouring then, rain drenching them from head to toe. He chuckled too, keeping his arms around her. Her hair was already wet, making large strands stick to her flushed face. He tried to push them back, but instead she placed her hands back onto his neck and pulled him down to her level, kissing him.

He felt her smile upon his own lips and upon breaking contact said, "I thought you didn't want my germs."

"Well, they are rather charming."

"See, I told you."

As the rain continued to fall down upon them, Reagan realized what had just happened.It really hit her hard. She had just kissed Harry Styles, and she really shouldn't have. She began shaking a bit, "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"This doesn't mean anything." She stepped away from him and tried her best to compose herself. She knew that it was a spur of the moment thing, that she couldn't get caught up in all of the emotion, "I just...it can't mean anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"We come from two completely different worlds Harry. We lead two completely different lives! Please tell me how this could ever work?"