the two had finished breakfast within fifteen minutes, and now both sat at the table located in the kitchen. halley was too busy lost in thought, whilst harry stared at her from across the table. he wondered back to the moment he told her that he didn’t kiss her, how her shoulders slumped and how she looked disappointed. does this mean something? he wondered.

he also thought about how close he was to kissing her, and he mentally punched himself for not going through with it. but he knew why he didn’t want to, it wasn’t the perfect moment.

not only did they just wake up, probably having morning breath, but he was only in his boxers and she was only in his shirt – he wouldn’t be able to control his cheeky hands from touching her (not inappropriately).

so now he sat in his chair, his eyes trained on the girl before him, his mind drifting to what could’ve happened had he kissed her in the moment. he couldn’t help but have ‘kiss the girl’ from the movie the little mermaid play in his mind at that moment.

he was positive that if they kissed there would be sparks, fireworks, atomic bombs even. he would’ve made his hands travel up to the back of her neck, encouraging her to put just as much passion as he did into the kiss, and she did. her arms roped around his neck with difficulty, for their height difference was about a head taller. he would notice this struggle, so he’d bend down, not once breaking from the kiss, and grasp her thighs before lifting her onto the small island. and though they wanted to continue the kiss, halley would squirm at the cold granite touching her exposed thighs and both would go into fits of laughter. her head resting on his shoulder, as his face nuzzled itself into her neck.

that sounds delightful, harry smiled lightly at his thoughts completely unaware that halley had been staring back at him for the past thirty seconds.

“harry, are you alright?” she waved her fork in front of his face – for her arm was too short to reach over to him – in amusement. though she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she loved it when he would daze off. he’d have this gorgeous half smile, his chin rested in his hand and his eyes the most beautiful light green she’s ever seen. and that’s what she witnessed right then.

snapping out of his trance, he blinked a couple times before meeting halley’s eyes, the heat already rising to his cheeks.

“oh, um, sorry i was just lost in thought,” he muttered, poking at the eggs on his plate. he had lost his appetite for breakfast, because right now, he was craving halley’s lips. what would she do if i just pulled her into a kiss right now? he wondered before shaking his head slowly. “why don’t we go play some mario kart?”

halley smiled, pushing her plate away from her before standing up, realizing she was still in harry’s shirt. “do you mind if i use some of your joggers?”

“no, not at all,” he grinned at her before leading her back to his room and handing her some gray joggers.

what if that little paragraph about harry’s dream kiss comes true? three chapters left x