21: The Doll

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His lips crashed into mine. Fireworks exploded inside me. It felt like butterflies were having a freaking party in my stomach. My heart thumped in my chest as I kissed him back. Why....why am I kissing Harry? 

Eventually, I slowly pull away. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but no words come out. 

"Umm, I'm sorry. I.....didn't plan to do that," he mumbles, turning red and facing away from me. I just stare at him. 

"Yeah, uh, I think I'll go find Meg," I mutter, getting up and practically running away. Why did that just happen? Why? 

~*~*~*~

"You've only read one book?" Meg asks, her jaw drops. Niall laughs. 

"I'm not a reader. And actually, I've read more," he argues.

"Really? Like what?" 

"Well, at first it was only To Kill a Mockingbird, but then of course I had to read the books me and the lads wrote so..." 

I roll my eyes. "Niall, that doesn't count," I tell him. 

"Yes it does!" he protests. 

"It's all pictures!" Liam says. "Except for like, twenty pages." 

"Pictures can tell stories," he mumbles. I smile and roll my eyes again. 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Nialler," Harry says, grinning. We haven't really talked since that whole thing earlier. I've been avoiding him since, and he hasn't made much effort to talk to me. It's been about half an hour since then and now most of us are back and sitting around the campfire just talking. 

"Where's Lou and Zayn?" Liam asks. We all look in the direction of the house. 

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