Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

31: A Proper Goodnight

The room starts to spin as I relish in the feeling of his lips on mine.

I have never ever been kissed like this. Everything with Edmund was so quick, juvenile. With him there was rarely an occasion when we kissed that wasn't about wishing me luck before we stepped out under the lights or as a photo moment while we were out socially.

It was all so calculated keeping one I open to see who was watching.

There was no passion, not feeling behind it.

Unfortunately, I didn't think anything of it. I had never been in a relationship with anything else so why would I expect anything more from him.

I was young and silly and at the time I thought my feelings for him were the best I could ever feel but now as I stand here being devoured by Harry's lump soft lips I fully understand how wrong I was.

As Harry grabs my hips, one hand rubbing up and down the side of my thigh in agonizing accuracy, the back of my mind is running wild with questions, concerns, just about any thought you could have about a moment like this.

Thankfully Harry is doing a very good job in distracting me.

Harry's lips are warm and plump against mine, so perfect as if they magically fit with mine, like I've been waiting for them my entire life.

I guess I have.

And then he pulls back, the both of us breathing heavily and in time with each other.

I wish I could see myself right now, see him and I like this... happy.

"Pretty steamy for a first kiss, yeah?"

He looks at me hopeful that I agree with this sentiment and my goodness I do. I've never felt so sexy, so wanted and cared for... it's amazing and very steamy, just like he said however, it's not our first kiss is it?

"Oh Harry," I say through my pants. I round my hands from his shoulders to his chest, letting my hand lay flat on the fabric.

I've never been able to touch him like this, I never had any cause to. It's not like I could just walk over to him and have a quick feel of his torso now, could I?

I have wanted to though.

And then it hits me. Harry tired to make this kiss, our first kiss special and I'm about to ruin it for him...just like I ruined his kiwi plan.

Nice going.

I look down towards our feet seeing his knees are a bit bent to reach my eye level.

"Hey, what it is?"

His fingers dig into the hair behind my ear bring my face back up to his. "Mia what are you thinking?" Harry's voice holds the slight tinge of urgency in it.

"Did you really not want me to?"

I open my mouth to reply but his fresh anxiety about the whole thing takes hold and beats me to it. "Fuck, I thought after the past few weeks that maybe you felt the same. Then when you pulled away I... shit Mia, I'm sorry but you must know how I feel about you and–"

Slowly I shift onto my tips toes and gently press my lips to his silencing him.

I'm going to have to tell him after that mini outburst. He needs a proper reason and with the way he can see right through me I know I can't come up with any passable lies.

"You're too sweet for your own good Harry," I chuckle leaning my head back against the wall Harry still has me sandwiched between. "But that wasn't our first kiss."