"Well that was filling, wasn't it?" I chuckled. It was eight-thirthy which ment it was almost time for me to go.
"Yeah, yeah it was." I replied.
"Y'know, I haven't had this much fun in ages." Harry said. A smile creeped up my face a few moments after he said it.
I got butterflies. I never have butterflies in my stomach. I never did. But why with Harry?
My Mum once told me if I ever got butterflies, it might mean I like them. But I didn't like Harry that way.
Did I...?
"I'll take you out sometime. Just us. We'll have even more fun." He smiled widely. God, I have those damn butterflies again. Ugh!
"Really? Thanks Lou!" My heart melted with the nickname he called me. I've never seen Harry like this. I've only ever seen the tough side of him.
"Well, I better get going. My siblings are gonna be worried." Harry's gave me a sad smile as we both got off of his bed. We went downstairs and he opened the front door to open it.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at eight?" I said. He nodded. I was just about to walk up to my car when someone tugged me backwards. Harry grabbed me by my bicep and his lips landed on my cheek. He pulled away and my blood rose up to my cheeks. He chuckled and let go of me.
"See you tomorrow, Boobear." He smirked.
"You too, Hazzabear." I replied.
What was he doing to me....?
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Teen FictionTwins, love and differences.... -Eleanor is a bit of a bitch in this story and if you don't like the fact that it is then exit this and I'm sorry. Oh and if you're homophobic, I suggest you not read this and fuck you if you are!
