The ride to Harry's was short.
"Here we are." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back, even though I did have a busted lip. Damn bullies.
To be honest, I just wanted to leave Harry there. I was a wreck and I didn't want him to see that.
He made sure I was steady as I got out of the car. When I looked up our faces were extremely close. We seemed to stay like this for a few moments until he shook his head and looked at the floor.
I swear he was blushing.
"C'mon hop along." He joked, I stuck my finger up at him and he chuckled. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
I smiled as I hobbled my way over to his front door. His house was huge, woah.
There was a quite large dining room connected to a even bigger kitchen. Wow, this boy was lucky.
"Make yourself comfy, love." I hear Harry shout from the kitchen.
Seconds later, he comes out of the kitchen and flops onto the spot next to me on his sofa. He places the two cups of tea on the little table in front of us along with a plate of biscuits.
"You're different," He started. "And I like that."
I blushed as I raised the cup of hot liquid to my lips. "Thanks." I replied.
"I've never met someone like you before. I mean obviously I've met girls but none like you. Most girls swoon over me, but not you, and I appreciate that."
If only he knew what thoughts were running through my mind right then. I placed my cup down on the table, and then intertwined my fingers together.
He turned towards me and placed on of his big hands on top of both of mine. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm so sorry about those idiots, I'll deal with them. I promise it will all stop." He said, with sadness in his voice.
"Harry, you don't have to do anyth-"
"I know what it's like, April. I know what it's like to be treated like that." He interrupted. "Now, let's clean you up."
He lead me into the kitchen, me stumbling due to my weak back from the kicking. I shuffled on to one of the bar stools and winced at the cold contact.
Harry started dabbing my face with a cold towel, sighing every time he placed the damp material on my face. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, as tears started to form in his eyes.
"It's not your fault, Harry. I promise." I tried reassure him.
"I just wish I could take the pain away." He smiled weakly, me doing the same.
He took my hands inside his and rubbed circles on them. He looked up into my eyes and started to slowly move forward.
Shit.
He was going to kiss me.
I've never kissed anyone before.
He was slowly getting closer until he closed the gap between our faces, our lips collided.
His lips were so soft. For my first kiss, it wasn't bad! Electric sparks flew down my body as soon as he made contact. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands made their way down to my waist. He started to leave little kisses on all my bruises on my face and then back to my lips. I felt his tongue trace my bottom lip asking for entrance and I let him in. We fought for dominance and he won. His hands were now on my cheeks, rubbing circles, my hands tangled in his curls.
We slowly broke away. "Wow." I whispered, looking to the floor. I was embarrassed, it was my first kiss. What if I was rubbish? What if he never wants to look or speak to me ever again?
I felt a cold finger on my chin, lifting my face up. "Hey." Harry said, smiling. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah." I blushed.
"I don't want to get personal, but was that your first kiss?" He asked.
"Err..yeah. Sorry if I was shit." I gushed. He laughed.
"You were amazing. Best kiss I've ever had." He said as he held my hands and intertwined our fingers. I smiled at his gesture and noticed the time.
"Oh god. Harry, I have to go. I'll see you at school tomorrow!" I rushed as his face fell into a frown.
"Oh, okay." He said. I grabbed his shirt and pressed my lips to his one more time, before I hurriedly grabbed my bag and left. "Bye, April!" I heard him shout.
As soon as I arrived home, I shouted hi to my Mum and ran to my room. I starfished onto my bed and had a little fit.
C'mon. I just had my first kiss with no one other than Harry Styles. I was so happy.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow. What if he pretends like nothing happened? What if he goes back to ignoring me again? What if he only said all those nice things to make me feel like I'm worth something to him?