collision // harry styles au

chapter twenty-one

I was cut off by two large hands cupping my face and soft, plump lips pressing to mine. Harry's sudden kiss surprised me but I kissed him back, pressing the cookie container into his chest. He pulled away a moment later and kissed the tip of my nose.

"It's okay. I forgive you," he said. "Just know that you don't have to keep petty shit like that from me, baby. Don't make me worry."

I grinned and kissed Harry's jaw before slipping past him and into the flat. I climbed onto the kitchen counter top and started to open the tightly sealed container in my hands. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to want to open. "I made your favorite."

Noticing my struggling, Harry moved around to stand in front of me. He parted my dangling legs to stand between them and take the container from my hands. He opened it easily, giving me a smirk. "I loosened it for you." I said reassuringly. Harry gave me a sarcastic nod like he agreed with me, all the while chuckling. He grabbed a cookie from the container and took a bite. I watched as his eyes rolled back in delight.

"Mmmmm," he murmured. "Yes, these are perfect. Try it." Harry broke off a piece of the cookie and I opened my mouth. He placed the bite on my tongue and I playfully bit his finger.

"I am a pretty amazing baker, if I do say so myself," I said after I swallowed. These cookies were pretty damn great. I made a mental note to thank my mother for the recipe. I threw my hands behind him and intertwined my fingers at the base of his neck. "So what have you been doing since I saw you last?"

Harry placed his hands on the tops of my thighs and sighed. "Oh you know, the usual. Came home to Niall and Violet gettin' it on, attempted to study for a test, went to bed, early shift at Romeo's this morning, came home to Niall and Violet gettin' it on again, took a nap, and now you're here."

"Twice?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. It must get seriously annoying to always hear Niall and Violet in action. I was glad I had never walked in on them or anything and thankful they never took up that hobby in our dorm. That reminded me where they currently were and I got a bit worried. I hoped they weren't doing it in my bed.

"Yes, twice," he said with a laugh. "It's okay though. I played some music really loud and it completely drowns them out." He gave my thighs a squeeze.

"Good," I replied. We were silent after that and I took a moment to just look at Harry. He was so close I could see every line and hair and mark on his face. I could see the indention where his dimples were and the laughing lines by his eyes. He was beginning to grow a little facial hair, and I had to admit he looked pretty hot. Harry's eyes were bright and green, rimmed with an even darker shade of green I hadn't really noticed before. I sighed in content. He was beautiful, and he was mine. His pink, plump lips formed a smile and a crease appeared between his eyebrows.

"What is it?" he whispered barely above a whisper.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "Just happy s'all," I murmured. I pulled him as close as I could and tightened my hold around his neck to wrap him into a hug. He nuzzled into me as he squeezed my middle and planted a soft kiss where my shoulder met my neck. Harry's hands rubbed up and down my back and I refused to let go. He was so warm and we seemed to fit just perfectly in each other's arms. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" Harry asked against my skin. The question shocked me a little. Of course I had slept here before, but it was partly just a mistake. Regardless, waking up next to Harry felt so good; I loved that he was the first thing I saw when I woke up.

So without a doubt my answer was yes. "Of course," I replied. Harry nodded slightly and squeezed tighter.

When he finally pulled away, his hands rested on my hips and he pushed his lips firmly to mine. Harry took me by surprise but I responded to the kiss quickly. He tasted just like my cookies and his lips were so unbelievably soft. The kiss deepened as our tongues touched and moved together; I almost moaned at the feeling. This kiss felt a little different than others. Harry pulled me impossibly closer, so our hips were pressed together, and his lips felt earnest against my own.