Harry's Author // H.S

Chapter 14

The two of us just stared at one another for what felt like hours, before speaking up. I'd still felt the goosebumps on my skin, and the numbing sensation on my lips. I nibbled on my bottom lip, as I was quick to release it once Harry had ran the pad of his thumb over it, causing another shiver to travel down my spine.
He had just kissed me by surprise again.
I felt my cheeks turn red, and my body become relaxed letting out a soft sigh, "You've seriously got to stop doing that." I referred to all of the surprise kisses he'd given me within the span of a week.
Harry had his one hand pressed up against the door on one side of me, as the other cupped my cheek, igniting me with the warmth of his touch. I saw a smirk tug at his upper lip, as his eyes travelled down my body, and back up again. Almost as if he was taking in the flustered sight of me. Mentally stripping me of the clothes I was wearing. I had to admit it was excruciatingly riveting, to say the least.
"Sorry, love," he shrugged, a sensual smile playing on his lips, "Thought I'd give it one more try to convince you to give me a chance."
I sighed, my eyes falling to the ground as my body tensed up with the words he'd just said.
I wanted to give him a chance, so what was stopping me?
Well, you know, the screaming fans, irritating paparazzi, unnecessary drama in the media.
I was ready to slap my subsconscious thoughts for pointing out all the negatives, instead of focusing on the positives.
My silence, and disappointed expression was enough of a response for him to take a step back from me.
"But I see you haven't changed your mind about me, have you?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair and gazing at me almost as if I had tore his heart from his chest and stomped on it.
Come on, Stella. You know you wanna give it a shot, so just try it. See where it goes. See what happens, and if you're right about it, you can just remove yourself from his life. That simple.
I stood there pondering for a while before deciding to speak up, shaking away all of the negative thoughts.
I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his, as his piercing emerald green eyes burned into me, as if he could look into the depths of my soul with just one glance. How intimidating was he, for someone who had such a soft side?
I had to take a very long and deep breath before even deciding on what I was going to say.
"Harry, I--" The words got caught in my throat.
Why couldn't I tell him I wanted to give him a chance?
He cleared his throat, nodding, taking another step back, noticing my puzzled expression, "I understand."
Wait, what? No, no. This was all wrong.
I tried to speak up, but he turned me down every chance I got to even let out a syllable.
"No, I--"
"I got it."
I shook my head, confused.
Shut up, Harry. Let me fucking talk. I'm trying to say that I want to give you a chance, but my damn brain won't come up with the right words to say.
I took another deep breath, hoping this time he would actually let me say what I wanted too, "Harry,"
Once again, interrupted, "Its alright, Stella," Harry rubbed his neck with his hand, nervously, "I've received rejection enough now, I get it. I'm sorry for kissing you, again." Taking another step back, I took a step forward, resisting that he'd get away with what he just said.
"No, no, you don't get it." I choked out, "I want too," Say it dammit, "I mean, I'm willing," Do you seriously not know how to use your words by now? "I want to try." Thank god.
With a mirrored expression of confusion, he took a step towards me, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets and his eyes desperate to know what I meant, "What do you mean?"
Dammit, Harry. It was hard enough to say the first time. Now I have to thoroughly explain it? Oh god, help me.
"I thought about it over the last few days," I inhaled, hoping my string of words would continue properly, "And I'm willing to give you a chance. I want too." I then reminded myself, "That is, if you're staying in South Carolina."
I notice his expression change drastically, and his shoulders loosen up, releasing a sigh of relief I don't think he realized he was holding. He walked towards me, until his face was just inches away from mine.
"You mean that?" Another smug smirk creeped up on his lips.
I eyed him from both his pink full lips, to his beautifully, hypnotizing pair of green eyes, as I nodded. "Yes."
Harry's lips slowly crept up into a dashing smile, dimples popping, slowly leaning into me, expecting me to resist but I hadn't. His lips torturously brushed against mine, until I felt his lips on mine. But this time, it was slow. Sensual, romantic. Not as hard or as rough as it had been just moments prior. My fingers found their way into his soft curls, as his arms wrapped around my waist holding me closer to him. I parted my lips slightly allowing his tongue further access into my mouth, softly massaging against mine. He had kissed me the way he did when I felt his lips on mine for the first time ever. Now, I was welcomed with the soft, endearing Harry whom had wanted to take me out since he'd first stayed in this town.
Our romantic rouse would have continued but the sounding of a knock against the wooden door had reminded me that Lucy was outside waiting for me.
Crap.
Quickly releasing, Harry had looked down at me, a smirk tugging on his now swollen lips, "Thank you for giving me a chance." His gaze had held sincerity and gratefulness. Such a contradictory to the seductive smirk he wore just two seconds ago. He held both of my hands in his - the soft skin, soothing my rapid heart rate.
"Tonight," He stated, "I'd like to take you out to dinner."
I slowly nodded, pinching my bottom lip between my fingers, still mesmerized and glorified by his warming touch that had silenced me.
"I'll be at your place around 7'o clock, sound good, yeah?" Harry suggested.
I once again, nodded, still muted like before. I couldn't help but find myself wanting to kiss his lips again. I decided against it, as he leaned in and turned the door handle behind me to open the door, revealing a very puzzled Lucy.
I stepped aside, and in front of Harry, joining Lucy at her side. Harry was leaning against the door frame, looking as what seemed to be, almost him teasing me with the way his eyes scanned me top to bottom.
Lucy looked over at me, recognizing my unsettled expression, "Get what you came for?"
Without even thinking of a response, Harry had done it for me, "Oh, she did." Adding the most smug grin on his face, and a subtle wink, only I seemed to notice, as my cheeks flustered.
"Have a good day, Lucy." Harry once again became polite, acknowledging Lucy, then his eyes moved over to me adding a subtle nod, "Stella."
I gulped, as the two of us gave Harry both a shy grin beginning to walk down the hall, as I tried my darnest to hide the redness in my cheeks.
Lucy leaned over to me while we walked, "What'd you leave behind?"
I, suddenly, came back to my senses coming up with the best lie, "Oh, nothing," I shrugged, "He just slipped me a twenty. You know, famous people and their endless amount of cash." I joked with her, playfully nudging her arm.
Turning the corner to leave Harry's hallway, I stole one last glance to find him staring at me while I walked. My eyes narrowed down, a subtle smirk now forming on my lips.
I had a feeling that whatever this is was sure too be interesting.

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