Harry was kissing me.
And I am kissing him back.
It isn't some crazy all hormonal spit fighting kiss, even though I sure as hell that I wouldn't have minded because that is exactly what my mind is going right now. But no. It was a nice and gentle kiss that I would never expect Harry could or would give me. His lips slowly brushing against mine, just a light pressure, but a light pressure that felt a thousand times better.
Oh my god.
I am kissing Harry!
When that thought sank in, that's when the teacher decided to speak up.
"That's not in the script Mr. Styles," He said clearing his throat.
My eyes buldged open. I looked at the class blushing and certainly all of them had their mouths wide open and looked like their eyes could fall out of their sockets any moment.
"Sorry I just thought that Juliet deserved some sugar," Harry said smirking. The whole class started laughing. "Consider that as a plus points or something!"
But I wasn't listening to whatever he was saying right now. My hand hitched to rise and touch my swollen lips to make sure they were still there, to make sure this had really happened.
My cheek is still warm from his touch.
My mind is completely confused.
It seemed like everyone was finding it hard to breathe. Or maybe it was just me?
My heart. My heart was hammering so hard. I was convinced that everyone would hear it. The teacher. The whole class. Harry.
Harry. I couldn't even look directly into his eyes as he spoke.
Was I going to speak up? I asked myself. And I finally looked at him. He was now smirking at me.
"I'm guessing you liked it then, sweetheart?" He said mockingly.
I slapped him and I went out running like a mad woman on crack.
When I reached home I barely saw anything with tears filling my eyes. I just realized that this is my second time cutting class. And it was all Harry's fault. No one's car was in the driveway. Meaning that nobody was home.
I hurried straight into my room and hyperventilated a little more before wiping my eyes. Seconds later, I heard the door from downstairs closing. I guess my sister went after me. Meaning she would be seeing my red puffy eyes and hearing my running nose and ask questions. Questions that even I myself can't answer.
"What the hell happened back there?" My sister automatically asked bursting into my room.
"Well thank you for asking if I'm okay or not sister. Geeze Frankie nice to know I have your back!" I rolled my eyes.
"Cut the crap and tell me what happened!" She said exasperatedly sitting beside me.
"Harry Styles happened." I replied. She pinched my arm.
"What the hell happened?" She repeated completely annoyed.
"With satan's son?"
"With Harry, yes!" She was urging me to continue.
"I don't know, Frankie. I honestly and really don't." I said groaning.
"I don't have a powerful enough reply for how stupid what you said was but I just want you to know that was really pretty stupid, sister." Frankie said looking at me. I didn't reply and just kept quiet.
"Well do you like him?" Frankie inquired.
Her question nearly made me gag and for a moment there I thought that she was joking. But then the look in her eyes said nothing but seriousness.
After the silence went on for a while. "Are you seriously asking that?" I groaned.
"Well I saw you kissing him back. And before you deny it I just want to inform you that everybody saw it too, even Mr. Gomez! Besides Harry doesn't kiss." She shrugged while elaborating.
"What are you saying? He's had sex with almost every girl in this university. What do you mean he doesn't kiss? I know you have a lack of IQ but seriously Frankie?" I raised my left brow.
"Do I look like his mother? I don't even know! You can ask every girl he's had sex with and all of them will answer the same damn thing! He doesn't kiss! He just bangs and leaves!" She smacked the back of my head. Damn you Frankie. Why do you have to be so violent?
"You know what? Just leave Frankie, you're not even helping." I told her.
"No! Let's talk about this! This is a serious matter-" She kept pushing.
"No Frankie! Thank you for your opinions but I just want to be alone for a little while and not see anyone okay?" I almost shouted.
After I heard the door closing behind me, I threw myself on my bed and punched it a few times.
STUPID
DUMB
IDIOT
I kept repeating to myself. Seriously though, how dumb was I? I pushed myself off from my bed in one quick movement, tears rolling on my cheecks without my control and got my bag where I had put my phone. I looked for the earphones and plugged it in.
Listening to music would be good for me. If I could just stop thinking about it for a whole 3 minutes then maybe. Just maybe. I would be able to stop replaying the kiss over and over again in my head. Yes, that would definitely help!
I placed my phone beside me and I laid on my bed, my head dangling upside down on the edge, my hair falling, brushing on the floor. I heard the same voice of Ed Sheeran singing. I closed my eyes.
"Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love"
This is ridiculous.
This whole situation.
I heard a knock.
"I'm not here! Go away!" I screamed.
I heard the door open.
"And I'm pregnant. Take a shower. Get dressed and I'll see you in exactly 20 minutes. I'm taking you out. You better stop crying, that douche does not deserve you tears. Not even fucking close." A guy's voice said.
That voice. There is only one person who has that kind of voice.
Zayn.
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NOW WHO SHIPS ELENA WITH ZAYN? I DO! I UPDATED EARLIER BECAUSE I'M FEELING LIKE A SAINT! SO I HOPE THIS WOULD BE PERFECT FOR NOW, I THINK! I'M ACTUALLY RUSHING THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO GO TO THE PART WHERE FYDGFUYGSDUYFGH I'M KIDDING I WON'T SPOIL ANYTHING!
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