I Wish ( A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

"Deavon, I..." He begins to say something but I don't want to hear it.
"Listen I'm sorry for what happened back there, I was trying to simply prove a point, nothing else." Oh but that was the intention. That kiss was everything, and all that I ever wanted. The way his lips moved insync with mine. The way he tasted of fresh mint. His scent, well he always smels good.
As we are talking about what happened at the coffee shop, I notice that I'm inching closer to him until I am pressed up against his body.
I look up at him and looking at those lips that I kissed just less than 10 minutes before. I can feel his hand go to the small of my back and one hand on my face. I lean my face into that hand. I look into his eyes and lean my head towards his while he does the same.
Our lips are inches from each other and brush against each other when we hear the door open and Louis yell,
"Hey I'm back where are you two?"