Eighteen

Kissing, Regretting, and Moving Out

The picture attached is me!

Ha just kidding.

That's Andrea Russett, who's going to play Aria. Or you can imagine Aria from Pretty Little Liars if you want (totally did that before I decided on who would play her). Andrea has always been a role model of mine and she's gorgeous (and she fits the character with her long brown hair, lol). Feel free to picture whoever you want though obviously :).She's a youtuber. And you can add her on snapchat at andwizzle to see her story. And maybe she'll add you back :).

And for Aria's mom I imagine Emily Gilmore (Lorelai's mom) from Gilmore Girls.

Songs for this chapter (in order)-

Stay with me • Sam Smith

Riptide • Vance Joy

Uptown Funk • Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson

My eyes shuttered open as I heard the door slowly creak open. I could see the sun through the curtains. I had a pounding headache, and immediately regretted the drinks I had last night. I rolled over to see who had opened my bedroom door.

"Uh, hey. I figured you might need this."

It was Harry, and with him he brought 2 Advils and a full glass of water. He had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept at all, but other than that his appearance was well.

"Ugh, thank you! Um, what happened last night?"

"What do you remember?"

"I remember drinking too much, and then not kissing Louis last night. Wait, who did I kiss? Oh my God, it was you!"

I immediately face palmed and shook my head.

"I'm such an idiot! I have a boyfriend."

I then remembered that Harry was still in the room with me, and immediately looked at him. He looked extremely hurt, like I had just run over his puppy, twice. His eyes started glazing over, and I realized he was about to cry. I began panicking, and Ijumped out of bed and walked over to him. I watched as the first tear fell down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away.

"Harry."

"I understand, you have a boyfriend. I just thought, I don't know. Maybe you had feelings for me."

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He was obviously taken aback by this gesture, but slowly kissed back. It was a passionate kiss, with no tongue or sexual pleasure. Just a plain kiss- except it wasn't plain. It was extraordinary.

I pulled away first. Harry and I just stood there looking at each other, before he spoke.

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"New years eve."

I thought about what to say for a moment, before putting a piece of my hair behind my ear and speaking.

"Harry, it was amazing. I don't regret it at all, except the fact that Louis saw."

"What are you saying? Would you have told Louis if he hadn't seen the kiss?"

He backed up away from me as he spoke, almost disgusted by the fact that I wish Louis hadn't seen.

"No, Harry. I wouldn't have told him."

"Wow, okay. Well I'm leaving. Thanks for the invite, I enjoyed it. And there's breakfast on the table for you. Bye."

He sounded annoyed, and upset. He made me breakfast? Why?