"Harry..." He turned to me, a questioning look on his face. I never in a million years thought that I will do this. To him! I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, a shock look on his face. "I want to touch your hair." I said. "Is that all?" He teased, lifting a brow. "No."He nodded and turned us around me, under him. "I want to kiss you." He said and I smirked at him, lifting my head a little. A few centimeters more, our lips will be touching. "Why won't you do it?"I whispered and he kissed me. °·°·°°·°·°·°°· I have loved you since we were eighteen. °°°°°°°° A Harry Styles fanfiction
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