Broken (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 9

"Oh come on! Not even a quick kiss on the cheek??" Molly huffed as she sat down on my bed. She wasn't happy that we didn't kiss and was shocked that people still kiss the backs of hands anymore.

"Not everyone kisses on a first date Molly," I stated, starting to take off my makeup and get ready for bed.

"But this I like the twenty first century, everyone kisses on a first date!"

"I like that we didn't kiss. It shows that he respects me and wants to take things at my pace." I smiled, thinking how sweet Harry was. Even though I was glad to be taking things slow, heaven knows I'm not ready to jump right into a relationship, especially a physical one, I was still thinking about what it would be like to kiss Harry. How his full lips would cover mine, how he would taste.

"Earth to Haven!" Molly was laughing. "Did you hear anything I just said? What were you thinking about to have you space out like that?"

"Nothing. What were you saying?" I answered too quickly and I felt my face blush and I hope Molly doesn't noticed because then she would do whatever it took to get me to tell her.

She just laughed and gave me a look that said she knew what I was thinking. "I was just saying, you could still kiss, it's not like you have to jump into bed with him right away. I know you aren't ready for that type of relationship yet but you can still kiss and take things slow. When are you seeing him again?"

"I don't know actually, we really didn't talk about that. I'm sure he will text me or call." I pulled on my pajama shorts and black tank top and pushed Molly out of the way so I could climb into bed.

"He better, he would be stupid not to see you again. And to kiss you!" She added real quick. She said good night and she went off to her room.

I laid there in bed, going through everything that happened tonight, everything we talked about. In a way we had a lot in common, we both didn't have a father growing up, except I actually knew my father, although I wish I didn't. We both had mother issues, though him and his mother were able to get over theirs. We both had a sibling that we were really close with. He had a sense of humor, which, once I got over this shyness, I could be pretty funny too sometimes.

I went on to thinking about how it felt to hold his hand. How his hand just engulfed mine, strong and protecting. The way it felt when he started rubbing circles on the back of my hand, keeping me from having a panic attack when I couldn't find the words to tell him about my mother. He was comforting me, silently telling me that I would be alright. That he was there.

The way he looked at me, how his deep green eyes bore into mine, like he couldn't get enough. He actually looked like he was interested in what I had to say and I liked that. I love how he kept smiling at me, a smile that would brighten his eyes, making them appear lighter. The only time his eyes turned a darker green was when he took my hand and kissed it when we were saying good night. They were so intense, full of want. For me. I think he wanted to kiss me but held back and just settled for a kiss on my hand. But the way he kept his eyes on me the whole time was so hot! I knew he wanted more than that kiss then. I would have kissed him too if he would have leaned in for one. Looking into this eyes and seeing that smirk of his, I think I would do anything he wanted.

And that's what scared me.

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It was Wednesday afternoon, I was just leaving my last class of the day. I had to work at Del Mar tonight so I was in a hurry to get there. We had had that faux fashion show today with the clothes we made. I came in second, though I'm sure if I added some sequins to my dress I may have come in first. My professor was obsessed with sequins and everyone used that to their advantage. I wasn't going to though, I'm not going to change who I am to please my professor and get a better grade. If being me meant coming in second, than so be it. But because the class ran later than usual, I was late getting to work.