Deathly

'I-I' I tried to push out a sentence. I couldn't. Harry Style's figure was towering me, his chest pushing against mine. He was furious.

'H-h-harry' I tried again. He just shook his head slowly. His eyes not leaving mine for a second. I closed my eyes and waited for his outburst.

His voice was cold and demanding. 'Open your eyes,when I talk to you!' I squeezed them shut for one more second and opened them.

Then suddenly bend forward. Within a second his lips were on mine. I stood still in shock.