VALERIE

Chapter 22: Cake for Thought

“Come on, Harry… Tell me, why did you two break up? Why does she hate you that much?” I whine while tugging his hand. I sound like a little child wanting a Barbie doll for her birthday, and I know Harry looked at me the same way when he laughs at me.

“Val, she doesn’t hate me…” He says, chuckling and his eyes were sparkling while uttering the statement. “She even made a song about me, and now she’s thankful because she bagged an award because of that.” He titters and I can’t believe the look on his face as he grins, “Didn’t you hear her speech?”

“I did, actually…” I look down on my lap and fidget my fingers, trying to hide the disappointment from my face. “I just really don’t get why she’s still dissing you. It’s been months already. Can’t she move on?”  With the latter question, our eyes meet again. This time, the grin in his face gradually disappears when he sees the sincere concern in my features.

“Valerie…” He groans and grabs my hand, pulling me to his side and wraps his arm around me once again. “Don’t be bothered about her. She doesn’t matter to me anymore, and she won’t matter to you as well. Let’s just not talk about her anymore, okay?”

I look back up so that our eyes would meet again for the nth time. But this time it’s different, as our eyes are locked and captured by each other’s intense gaze. My heart rate goes faster and stronger that I almost can hear them in my ears, my breathing becomes hitched and my lips quiver as if they are lured towards Harry’s own.

The force magnifies when his hand runs down to the small of my back and he scoots forward at the same time, closing the distance between us. His other hand cups my jaw and his thumb gently caresses my cheek making me shut my eyes close momentarily. My hand stays still on my side, as I become static by the moment. My eyes slowly open again beholding him as he leans his head forward, and attacks me with one gentle kiss on the lips. He pulls away after an estimate of three seconds, and he looks deep to my dreamy eyes once again. He moves even closer to me and I attach my hand on his lean arm, giving him the permission to kiss me again.

He freely connects his lips to mine again, his tongue meets mine as I kiss him back. My lips are moulded with his, our heads tilting from opposite sides as our lips move in synchrony. Our kiss grows more intense and his weight alone pushes and caused me to fall on my back and lie on the couch’s surface and he clambers on top of me. We pull away for a bit and as soon as we catch our breaths, our lips connect once again only for the kiss to accelerate.

I feel his hand gropes my waist and runs down to my hip, squeezing my thigh firmly. My hands wrap around the nape of his neck while his other arms leans on the surface to support his weight. Our heads move intensely with the same liveliness of the kiss.

He desperately rubs his hand up from my thigh and back to my waist, and then he cups my breast. Seemingly discontented, he reaches my back and search for the zipper of my top. I am completely not myself when I arch my back to allow him to unzip it. Halfway through unzipping my sweetheart top, a realization strikes me like a lightning. I open my eyes shut and straighten my back again, stopping him from his previous thought of action, but my lips are still caged in Harry’s intense kiss although I already stop kissing him back.

I groan and push his chest gently for him to pull away on his own, but he doesn’t budge.

“Ahh! Ahh!!!” He yells against my mouth while his lower lip is nipped in between my teeth. He tries to pull away quickly but my grit is too tight. “Valeleeeee!!!” He tries to yell my name properly, and that’s the sign for me to finally release him.

He quickly jumps out of the couch, turns his back away from me and angrily faces me again. I quickly sit up, fastening my top against my chest, “What the actual fu- Valerie?!” His words are muffled while his hand clamps his mouth. His eyes are forming moist in his eyes as they turn red.