Call It What You Want | Harry Styles

"Harry.." His name left my lips in a whisper, and he captured them with his own. "Cassey, don't over think it." I found myself nodding, the space between our two bodies becoming increasingly smaller by the second. I knew he was no good for me, I knew he had a reputation, but none of this occurred to me when I kissed him. His lips were like heaven, soft and billowy like a pillow, yet rough and chapped. As we pulled away, I found my voice and asked, "So what does this mean?" He raised his eyebrows, scoffing. "Nothing, it means nothing." As the words left his mouth, I knew I had made a mistake.