closer; w2s

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× writers note : smut warning. May not read if you please ×

Harry walked into the room. Grinning.

"Whats put that grin on your face?" I asked.

Harry sit next to me and kissed me. He spoke no words he justed kissed me.

I was not expecting it but I still kissed him.

I moved away for air.

Harry's blue/hazel eyes pierced through me.

The texture of his lips connected with mine again.

The kiss lasted for a while.

I felt Harry's lips moving to my neck. Leaving a large love bite.

"Andy wake up" harry shook me awake.

Was that a dream? Did I dream that about Harry?

" Sorry for awakening you from your amazing dream" he smirked than laughs

"How would you know it was amazing?" I asked curious

"You moaned harry in your sleep" He smiled seeming pleased with him

I felt my face flash red with Burning passion

For fuck sake Andy pull yourself together

"I didn't" I argued back

"You did, I heard it from down the stairs" he laughed

"Well. I can't help my imagination" I said confidentially

"So you did dream about me" he smirked confidentiality "care to give the details?"

"Fine. I was sat on my bed and you came into my room with a massive grin on your face. And then you started kissing me and left a hickey on my neck" I said quietly

Harry sat next to me and I felt his lips touch against my neck. Was he giving me a hickey?

The feeling was nice. I let off a suttle moan.

He backed away after 40 seconds and grinned.

"There you go. It doesn't all have to be a dream."

I smiled at harry. It felt nice.

Fuck what was my brother gonna think?