Rosie || h.s.

1.1- Harry

every word I said was wrong, every look I was giving just felt so wrong. I didn't want to mess this up but it felt as if I already had.

"sure," was all I could say, I didn't want to make this worst.

and as I drove her home we sat in silence and I so badly wanted to play something over the radio. but she looked out the window face set and I wanted to kiss her again.

id never wanted to fucking kiss someone in my life, hell the fact I wasn't at this moment thinking of stripping her down was new. and I wanted to fix this tension between us.

I opened my mouth to speak but her phone cut us off ringing loudly a song I didn't know and she answered.

"fletcher I can't talk right now-"

"rooossee my fuck up of a brother isn't here yet cause guess what he fucking skipped after dropping you off-" I could hear his loud voice even with the phone pressed to her ear and she cringed.

"fletcher-"

"I can't wait to get my fucking car back like imagine we could go to ladies after school, fuck a coffee sounds good now, you think I could convince the dick head to let us st-"

"fletcher," she groaned cheeks heating as I looked to her already shaking my head.

"yeah yeah you dont like the cursing but I dont fucking care, maybe he could just drop me at your place, we're watching what was it the next season-"

"I can't tonight fletcher I have homework," she mumbled and I could hear fletcher whine over the phone.

"do it tomorrow," voice muffled more this time as I pulled into her driveway.

I didn't want her to leave so soon and we had spent the whole day together and she was already trying to get out of the car. I reached over the consul, seatbelt holding me back annoyingly. the silky fabric of her shirt in my fingers not touching her but so close to it.

she looked back at me with those fucking eyes, shocked as they flickered down to my hand then back up to me. caught with her phone pressed to her ear, fletcher complaining on the other end about how she always wanted to do work.

"i-fletcher I have to go my um moms calling me downstairs," she mumbled, and before he could even answer she was hanging up.

I didn't know what to say and now I had her attention.

and I couldnt fucking think.

"i-im sorry," she whispered biting her lip, that full red bottom lip of hers that felt so fucking good against my own. I wanted to bite that fucking bottom lip.

but she was apologizing and I didn't have a clue why. "what?"

"im sorry that I made you kiss me..." and I felt my face twist in confusion. "and that I wasn't good at it really because it was my first-time you've probably kissed a million girls who are way better at that than me and I dont mean that in a bad way great for you that you kiss girls all the time and," she spoke in what seemed to be one breath and I was more confused than ever as she stammered on.

"Rosie," I breathed cutting her off, she looked at me, eyes wide, and searching for something in mine. "I wanted to kiss you, and I dont..." was it fucking weird to say I didn't kiss people? that I didn't fucking like it but when I kissed her it was different, so fucking different? "I dont kiss people, and what I meant before was that I wasn't going to tell anyone because I didn't know if you would be comfortable with that, and I wasn't going to tell fletcher, he'd beat my fucking ass if he knew, and I can handle fletcher but I dont want to ruin anything for you two and im sorry for that. you didn't make me do anything i didn't want to do,"

now I was fucking rambling and I didn't know how to end this train of thought. id never talked to a girl like this in my fucking life, I knew my face was red, felt the heat as if it was alive all over my body. and I was embarrassed id never been embarrassed around someone before, not even when I was younger but here I was almost shitting my fucking pants trying to explain to this girl that I was going to cum in my jeans if she ever even touched me and I was fucking embarrassed by it.

now I wasn't exactly putting it that way but fuck it was hard to explain.

"I want to kiss you again," was all I could say on the subject anymore. and I knew it was how I felt, because I did want to kiss her again, it was all I could fuckign think about, and sure I was scared of fletcher, but if I kissed her once more id forget about that small detail.

she blinked several times before nodding her head, only once tight and to the point.

I unbuckled my belt leaning forward taking her face in my hands once more, loving the way her eyes fluttered closed, seeing those freckles up close and the flush of her cheeks.

I couldnt think of anything else besides the feel of her lips on mine. soft, so fucking soft. the taste of her chapstick sweet on my mouth, the flavor of watermelon.

I didn't fucking care if fletcher showed up right then, nothing could ruin this feeling.

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