Spotted [h.s]

Twenty eight

It wasn't the same. Kissing Harry could never be the same.

It was rough and powerful and hot. It was a mixture of everything, and he's something I'll never get used to.

He was so beautiful, what good did I ever do to be so fortunate?

He was smiling. The entire time that my lips were sealed to his, I could briefly feel his smile.

They were right.

All the 'imagines' and all the fanfictions were right.

Kissing Harry Styles was absolutely magical. Maybe even more than that.

His kisses were exquisite.

My lips were burning at the touch of his, and the way he kissed me set fire to my body.

He could just lightly kiss you, and you'd feel like you were the only girl in the world. And did I mention he was fucking beautiful?

I broke the kiss and quickly got off his lap. I hadn't even realized I was sitting on his lap until now.

"That was so good." He ran a hand through his hair, blushing like a little girl.

"You don't have to keep saying that, you know."

"I want to."

"Okay, Harry."

"Clary?"

"Hm?"

"Please kiss me again?"

My heart melted. Like hot chocolate on vanilla icecream.

In that moment, I knew I was going down, I did. I just couldn't bring myself to say no. This had been a dream, and I still can't believe how lucky I am.

God must really love me.

"Don't you think you're exploiting me for my kisses?" I joked.

"If you'd like to call it exploitation, then yes. I fucking love, to exploit you for your kisses."

I laughed.

"Your wish is my command." I winked before climbing onto his lap for a second time. His hands gripped my waist tightly in place, and my back rested on the steering wheel.

It was the most awkward position ever,

BUT I WAS SITTING ON HIS LAP.

I need to stop fangirling.

"What have I done to have you?" I sounded so cliché, but I had to ask.

"That's my question to ask."

"No, seriously, Harry. Why me?"

"Because you're you." And he sealed his lips to mine. His hand tugged at the hem of my shirt, and it took him barely seconds to pull it over my head.

He kissed me everywhere, my forehead, to my nose, my cheeks, the sweet spot on my neck, my collar bone, and my breasts.

"You're this girly girl, but you're so tough. You don't care about what people say, or think of you. And you're brave. And you love me, which gets you major brownie points."

"I don't love you." He acted like his heart broke. It was adorable.

"We all know you do."

"You wish I did."

"I want to give this to you." He said,as if changing the topic and took off his blue bandana,handing it to me.

THIS CAN'T BE REAL.