Adore [H.S.]

22

Friends - Ed Sheeran 

HARRY

She followed me close behind as I walked up the steps towards the roof. Once we made our way up, I led us towards the side of the roof where we sat once before. I lean over the ledge, looking out into the city. I can feel Izzy stand beside me, her body shivering against the cold. I take every muscle inside of me to not bring her body close to mine. 

"You look beautiful," I whispered against her ear. She turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting mine. The dark brown of her iris's glistening in the city lights. Her once pale cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. 

"Thank you," she whispers back. I study her features, my eyes not blinking once. She was so fucking beautiful. 

A gust of wind cuts through the roof, causing a harsh shiver to course through her petite frame. I look around the roof and notice a heater situated on the opposite side; far away from everyone else. I grabbed her hand lightly, "Come." 

I lead her across the roof and towards the heater. It's darker over here and vacant. We were hidden in the shadows of the midnight sky. I wrap my arms around her shivering body, completely amazed by how small she was. The way her body fit perfectly underneath my arm was absurd. I was going to miss her scent; a feminine rose. "I'm going to miss you," I spoke softly into her hair while bringing her even closer to me, warming her body up. 

"I'm going to miss you too," she replied. Without hesitating, she slips her cold hands underneath my shirt, stealing whatever warmth my body had left. I don't move, too shocked by her sudden actions. This felt right. God, did this feel fucking right. 

I wanted to move her body. This was too close for me. Closer than what I was used to. Never have I let my guard down for anyone-- especially a damn woman. But with Isabella, everything that I knew and stood for went out the window. Especially my morals; well, whatever fucking morals I had left. I wasn't one to take another man's girl. I wasn't a cheater, but with Izzy, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted her. Damn it, I wanted her bad. I knew she wanted me too. She was just too stubborn to admit it. 

My eyes stayed focused on hers. She had me entranced by her beauty and grace. I could not look away even if I tried. "I'm glad I met you, Isabella Maxwell," I whispered. 

"I'm glad I met you too. I'll be back though. Don't worry." She laughed lightly while pulling her hands away from me. I instantly felt empty without her touch. She leaned towards the heater, rubbing her hands together to create more heat. "You're a good friend," she said. The four damn words that I hated the most. You're a good friend. Damn my walls, damn what I said before, I wanted Isabella Maxwell. I fucking wanter her so bad. 

I stepped closer to her, bringing her body with me as I pushed her up against the wall and deeper into the shadows. By now, we were completely hidden from the party and the world around us. I began to run my fingers up and down her arms, my palms pressing down against her bare back. She shivers under my touch and I can't help the smirk that appears on my lips at her response. 

Isabella is still. I bring my lips close to her neck, the heat of my breath making her shiver. This time not because of the cold air but because of the sexual tension that lingers heavily above us. 

Startling me slightly, she brings her fingers up to the nape of my neck and entangling them with my curls. She brings my head closer down to her own. I silently thank the gods above for our height difference, absolutely loving how she has to go on her tip toes to reach me. 

"I'm going to miss you so, so much," she whispers once more before doing the last thing I thought she'd do. She brings her lips and presses them firmly against my own. I am taken off guard by her sudden movements. But it only takes a few seconds for my brain to register what is going on and before I know it, I am responding to her kiss.