The Boy From the Bar (h.s.)

"Kiss me, Harry,” I whisper, almost as shocked at the words as he seems to be.

“I thought you’d never ask, baby,” he says before delicately brushing his hand on my blushed cheek, letting it linger as he leans in.

When our lips meet, I feel fireworks in my stomach. He’s gentle, moving his lips slowly against mine. He slips his lower lip between mine, kissing my top lip as his fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck. Oh my God! Shit. Fuck. Oh my God! We continue to kiss for what feels like hours, but I’m sure it’s only seconds. He moves his lips from my lips to my jaw right by my chin. My hand reaches out and I entangle my fingers in the curls that fall out of the bottom of his beanie. He makes a line of kisses along my jaw line, until he reaches just below my ear, keeping his hand on the other side of my face. “Did you like the show, Lisa?” he whispers in my ear, sending chills through my entire body. My heart is pounding, and I can barely think straight.

He moves his head to look at me, still only inches away from my face with his, only inches away from my lips with his. “Yeah” is all I get stutter out.

“You were right. I’m glad we shared our first kiss under fireworks instead of in that old bar,” he tells me.

“And I wouldn't say we’re strangers anymore,” I somehow reply. Kiss me again, please. As if he reads my mind, he closes the small distance between our mouths and puts his lips on my again.

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Good girl Lisa joins her best friend at a local bar on karaoke night, where she meets the intoxicating Harry Styles. As their relationship grows, so does Lisa. When things start to heat up, will Lisa play with fire or hide in the smoke?