The feel of his lips were amazing. The smell, the taste… it was all too much. His lips moved with mine for a few seconds until he seemed to realise what he was doing, and I felt his hand on my chest, and instead of pulling me in like I wanted him too, he pushed me away with a breathless gasp.

We stared each other in the eye, his expression a mixture between confusion, sourness and shock and mine a guilty, sorry expression.

I spoke up after a few seconds, "Sorry."

"Yeah" was all I got as a reply, his face becoming unreadable and emotionless.

"I wasn't thinking.." I tried again.

It took a few seconds, "No, yeah, I get it, Lou. It's fine. Okay. It's fine." he waved it off.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I left the room awkwardly, and quickly but quietly rushed to my own room and almost dug myself a grave in my own bed because that's where I felt I needed to be in that moment.

I groaned into my pillow, praying Harry couldn't hear me but desperate to get it out.

Why did I do that? Stupid! I'm so stupid. I do the stupidest things. And insensitive! It's been little over a month since his girlfriend died - girlfriend - and then I go and KISS him. So stupid. I groaned again into my pillow.

Suddenly I felt a hand by my shoulder and before I could turn around to see them they pushed me around, and climbed on top of me and pressed their lips against mine - hard. They had their hands in my hair, and then trailed them down to fit in mine, and brought my hands to their own hair. "Lou.." his voice whispered in my ear and I opened my eyes, shocked. "Harry!" My eyes were wide with shock and wonder, "-shh" he whispered to me. He brought his lips away from my mouth and pulled my shirt up, and started kissing my body, and my eyes widened in shock again, "Harry… what are you doing?" I had to ask him. I wanted him to be aware of what he was doing. He stopped. He put my shirt back to normal, and he just stopped and breathed. And then, after a while, I saw a tear stain his left cheek, and I hugged him. I held him tight and I let him rest on me. I let him cry on my shoulder.

While he did I couldn't help but remember and notice that I had just cheated on Eleanor. I almost didn't feel like I did though, it's almost like I had already broken up with her in my mind, or like we were never even together. Should I tell her I kissed Harry? I didn't want to, the thought made me queasy. I was already having so much trouble with Harry and… why did I have to be in a relationship with her? I idly wondered if Harry has forgotten about Eleanor in that moment, like I had. I wondered if he was remembering now, maybe that was the reason for some of his tears.

No matter what he was thinking, I was starting to feel guilty and horrible.


Okay so yes I have not updated in forever but SORRY - I had lots of assignments and uni work to get through and I had to sort out my priorities. But finish this story I shall!

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