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Chapter 39 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

May I say I like proving her wrong? And I like it a lot. It’s funny how she tries to deny she actually feels something, and I can’t help but feel full when she kisses me back. It’s even more fulfilling when I didn’t do anything but get close to her; she was the one to start the kiss.

I just feel like pulling away and screaming ‘ha’ and pointing at her face just like a kid does when it wins a bet; but instead, I just smiled and rested my hands on her cheeks, cupping her face gently until she pulled away herself and stared at the floor, half embarrassed and half angry.

“Oh, okay. Sorry, you totally proved me wrong. I must say you don’t like me,” I said, stepping away and looking at her while she still stared at her feet. “You love me,” I giggled, and she glared daggers at me as if that would make my sentence a lie. “What? You suck at lying.”

Instead of answering me, she simply turned her back at me and started walking away, roughly brushing her arm against her mouth, pretending that would be enough to get rid of the taste of my lips. I should probably be feeling offended, but everything she did, every single move she made trying to deny her feelings, could only amuse me. It was fun going after her. I would get tired, eventually, if she kept playing the hard to get, but right now it was nothing but amusing.

It wasn’t hard to reach her again, ‘cause she was really lazy, even while walking. One step of mine was equivalent to three of hers.

“Isn’t this nice? It’s like we’re hanging out after a really fun night, right? It’s almost as if we’re hooking up. I feel young again,” I teased, abruptly stopping my walking when Kirsten did the same, holding my elbow and pulling me to under a tree. Wasn’t the best hideout.

“Shut up, okay? Just please, shut the f–ck up!” she shook her head, running her fingers through her hair, hardly trying to think straight. “God! You’re impossible to deal with!”

I laughed, not really caring about how loud I was being so early in the morning.

“You’ve said that before. And I’m pretty sure it was a few minutes ago.”

“Well, probably because you are impossible to deal with!” I was still laughing when she roughly grabbed my face between her thumb and her other fingers, totally serious while staring into my eyes. Then she sighed. “Ugh! What the hell are you doing to me?” she asked more to herself than to me, and I didn’t dare to reply. She was really nervous; I just wasn’t sure if it was with me or with herself. Probably both. “You listen to me now, okay?” I nodded as a kid would do, kind of scared. “I’m asking you to stop with this sh–t, please. I have a boyfriend, and even if he’s a jackass, we have something, Styles. Something serious. He needs me and I have a story with him. I can’t and I won’t leave him, okay? This…” she pointed at both of us with the hand that wasn’t on my face. “… can’t keep going. Argh! Can’t believe I’m going to say it out loud, but…” she bit her lip and looked away for a while. When she looked back at me, her eyes were full of emotion and I felt my heart beating a bit faster. “… Even if I do… enjoy… your presence, and our kisses, I can’t let this go any further.”

“So you do like me,” I said, and my voice didn’t have a single tone of mocking. I was asking for a confirmation, I wasn’t teasing her anymore. She was being serious, she was about to admit she felt something towards me. And no matter how much I knew that deep inside – I’d always known, somehow –, I needed to hear it from her.