Can I Choose?
"Cazy, may I?" Harry asks, whose lips, for your knowledge is only a few inches from mine.
'Forget it! I'm dating your best friend Zayn! Do not touch my lips you creep! ' I am parting my lips to answer, but of course, not a sound.
"I take that as a yes," Harry says.
'No no no, you do not!' But it's too late, Harry's soft lips are already in the mine.
The funny thing is that there are probably several thousand girls, heck even a thousand guys, who would do anything to be kissed by Harry Style from One Direction, but I want to die.
For a girl who had never been kissed in her life and who is suddenly kissed by two guys in the same week it is a bit much. Especially when one of them probably is the love of her life, and the other one is his best friend!
And why am I answering the kiss?!
After what seemed like an eternity, Harry finally breaks the kiss and smiles at me.
"See you tomorrow," he says before he jumps into the taxi and disappear.
PLEASE god ... or whatever. TAKE ME NOW?