baby [h.s.]

twenty seven

            Harry quirked an eyebrow after we stepped back. It was as if he was asking me if we should talk about it. I smiled and shook my head.

I didn't know how I felt about it, and I didn't want to acknowledge it. I was tired of analyzing everything; all I wanted was to with the flow for a while

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He placed a hand on my waist. When I pulled back, his hand dropped and I turned to walk turn the radio off.

"Let's go to bed." I said.

He shot me an amused smile. Together, we walked back to my bedroom. I tossed the towel I used to dry my hair into the hamper and got into bed. Harry threw himself down and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling with his hand propped behind his head.

For a few minutes, we didn't speak. I didn't feel tired and I didn't know what to say.

"We can't just not acknowledge it." he said. I sighed.

My lips still tingled. I turned my head and all I could see in the dark room was his silhouette. My heart pounded in my chest.

"I know," I whispered. "Talk."

He chuckled. "Okay. About the kiss?"

I winced. "That word makes it real."

"And you don't want it to be?"

I paused and chewed my lip. "I want it to be real."

"But you're scared."

I scoffed. "I'm not scared."

"And you're stubborn." he said, laughing. I crossed my arms over my chest and sat up.

"I'm not."

"Tilly, you told me talk, so listen." he said. I huffed and sat with my back against the wall behind my bed.

I shook my head. "Fine."

"I know you're scared love, but it was just a kiss. It can only be as significant as we make it to be. You don't see me running off now, do you?"

He was right. It didn't have to be a big deal.

But I wanted it to be.

"Yeah," I said. "I know."

"We don't have to define anything. Everything else in our lives is so damn complicated; we can keep it simple. I have your back, you have mine, and the rest can go with the flow, baby."

My shoulders slumped and I nodded at his comforting words. His arm reached out and wrapped around my shoulders to pull me down close to him. He pulled me into his side, and I relaxed.

"I hate you." I mumbled.

He snorted. "Yeah, right."

"Why are you always right?"

"Because I'm a god."

I smacked his stomach and he laughed. He grabbed my hand before I could retract it and laced our fingers.

"You're getting too fucking sappy on me, Styles."

He scoffed. "Cause I was the one that just jumped on you in the kitchen."

"Shut up," I said. "I did not jump on you."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby."

I kneed the side of his leg beneath the blankets.

He cackled. "So violent tonight, Matilda."

I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning against him. He drove me insane, but made me so happy.

There were a few minutes of silence. He was the one to break it.

"I talked, but you never did." he said.

I shrugged, "Do you want me to?"

I sort of dreaded bringing it up. I hated acknowledging my feelings, especially when I didn't know what I felt. All I knew was that the kiss felt right, but nothing further. Harry was fogged in my mind, and I didn't think our relationship could remain platonic. I just couldn't say it out loud.

"Yeah," he said.

"Way to be blunt," I said. He laughed as I continued. "I don't have much to say, I guess. I...it felt right."

"Was I a good kisser?" he teased. I rolled my eyes, but I was glad he didn't dive into my feelings. He knew how it would make me uncomfortable.

"Go to sleep."

He turned and looked at me. He was grinning and our gazes were held tight. His grin slowly dropped to a dazed smile and he leaned forward so our foreheads touched. My cheeks felt hot. He squeezed my hand that he still held.

With his other hand, he tipped my chin up and pressed our lips together, and I melted into it. It was like instinct, and my mind was blank, but so full.

When we pulled away, he laughed. I bit my lip to stop my smile, because I felt like grinning and I didn't know why. This felt so right; it intimidated me.

He turned back over but his arm was still wrapped around me.

"It was you this time." I said, breathlessly.

"I know."

I wanted to say how it felt right, how I wanted him to kiss me again, but I couldn't bring myself to form the words. Instead, I squeezed his hand.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, baby."

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