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Grace

We both stood there, eyes on each other. I could tell Harry was drunk, but I didn't say anything, neither did he. My eyes dark to the dark purple mark on his neck and I quickly look away.

"You can just go..I'm fine by myself," I mutter, not having the courage to look him in the eye. I knew I'd never be enough for him, but part of me hoped I was. I feel like such an idiot; this isn't a book or a movie, stuff like that doesn't happen in real life.

"I'm not going anywhere." He sighed as he sat on the couch, running his fingers through the mess off curls atop his head.

I couldn't help but sit next to him, maybe a bit too close. He smelt of mint and alcohol, which surprisingly wasn't bad on him. Our eyes met for a second as he opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it.

I watched as his mouth close, and I couldn't help but stare at his plump lips, they looked so inviting. I leaned in a bit closer, and I could feel his minty breath hitting my cheek. Our lips met in a kiss for a few seconds. It was blissful.

He pulled away after a while, causing me to frown. I knew I shouldn't have some that. I shook my head, looking away from Harry.

I turned mu head toward him for a moment, and our lips met again, this time full of passion. His hand trailed up my back, his fingers finding their way into my hair. Mine did the same, tangling into his messy curls. I couldn't help myself from pulling on them slightly, which caused him to pull me into his lap.

His lips moved away from mine to meet my neck, which he peppered with rough kisses. At that moment, everything felt right, his hands resting on my hips, his lips trailing down my neck.

A hear a small noise but am too caught up in what's happening to let it bother me. I connect my lips with harry's again, biting his bottom lip soft, causing him to growl and grab my ass.

I hear another banging noise, followed my footsteps and a girly gasp.

"What is going on here?" A stunned voice says as I jerk away from Harry, only to meet my very concerned aunt's eyes.

I freeze, feeling myself turn red as she stares at me.

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