I Like Him

by cheesecake15

Kyra Jones is in love, not with just any person, but with him. When he notices her ever so slightly unnerving, peircing gaze how does he react? It is only a little fluff story, just edited. R&R? *puppy dog eyes*

I like him.

No, I love him.

Every time I see him my heart beats that little bit louder,

That little bit harder.

I stare at him, he notices, our eyes lock,

But nothing happens.

He looks away to laugh with his brother

I feel a stab of disappointment that he takes no notice of me.

He is a joker,

He pulls pranks,

Nothing too harmful though,

He puts a smile on most people's faces.

I love him for that.

He can be very loving, very kind.

Oh dear, I have been staring too long.

He's noticed again.

This is a little embarrassing,

He is walking over,

He must be coming to confront me.

My eyes are darting around, desperately looking for an escape route,

I spot an opening in the crowd and make my way for it, not looking back.

I feel someone grasp my arm.

The person spins me round so I am facing them.

He has a faint look of confusion and hurt on his face.

"Why'd you run away?" He asks in a small voice.

I stare at him for a second.

He smiles again "You know I caught you staring right?"

I stutter for a moment.

"I believe you owe me something."

"What?" I ask bluntly, trying not to do blunder.

"You owe me something, you know, for staring"

I look at him.

"What do you want?" I ask, nerves creeping through my body.

"I have something in mind" He mummers and leans in closer.

"What's that?" I whisper, barely able to breathe at the proximity of our faces.

He grins and leans in so our noses are touching; waiting to see if this is what I want.

I am bewildered for a moment, to dazed to close the final distance, when he starts to pull away a wounded expression on his face.

I cannot bear to see that look on his face, nor to have him pull away after being so close.

I quickly grab his head, replacing the hurt look for an astonished one, and kiss him deeply.

I move my lips against his but stop, disappointed to find that his lips aren't moving with mine.

I started to pull back my face flushed with embarrassment.

Suddenly I feel his lip crash against mine and I whimper into his mouth as I feel him nibble on my bottom lip.

After what seems like a timeless moment of perpetuity we pulled apart, into the real world breathing heavily.

"Kyra Jones..."

"Yes Fred Weasley."

"I think I'm in love with you"

"Oh"

"Oh?"

"I think I love you too Fred, forever and always"