Harry's pov.

He was so bloody frustrating! How the hell could I make him realize that I was here because I wanted to be here! That I had almost kissed him because I wanted to kiss him! Not because I felt fucking sympathy for him, but because I want to fuck his mouth with my tongue.

Out of instinct, I suddenly, but gently lifted my hand up to his smooth cheek. I flickered my eyes between his eyes, then down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. I needed to do this. I needed him to shut up and realize I was doing this because I like him. "I'm going to kiss you."I whispered, my eyes searching his that mirrored the sky early in the morning, when the sun is just shining on the bright blue sky with not a cloud in sight.

I felt his shaking hands grab my shirt tightly, some water droplets rolling down his hands and landing on the porch with a quiet, continuous thud. He tipped his head back, exposing his pale neck that looked so perfect in this pale lighting. His lips parted slightly as he took a deep gasp in before exhaling it, making his strawberry flavored mouthwash wash over my face.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I went for it. I pressed my lips lightly against his, and was oddly pleased that I tasted the faint flavor of his cherry mint lip gloss. My heart rate increased and I felt like I was literally seeing stupid fucking fireworks behind my eyes. What the fuck was wrong with me? That shit only happens in movies.

I pushed my thoughts down and focused on his soft lips as I tentatively moved mine over his. I kept the kiss light and sweet, the way I knew Louis would like his first kiss to be. We kissed for what only seemed like seconds before the need for air grew strong. I broke the kiss, but rested my forehead against his. I gasped in a deep breath and gently brushed my thumb along the top of his cheek.

It was him that broke the silence, his breathy voice sending a strange tingle down my spin. "Why do you like me?" He had asked, loosening his grip on my shirt. I felt a weird pulling sensation in my heart. I didn't know what this feeling was, but I didn't like it.

"Why do you doubt yourself?" I remarked, slowly letting my heavy eyelids flutter open. Louis was already staring at me, so the moment I opened my eyes, my blown green eyes were locked with equally as blown blue eyes. Louis' red, slightly puffy lips were parted as he panted loudly.

His eyes swam with many emotions, too many that I gave up after the first two. The two that I had caught was amazement, and wonder. He was amazed at the fact that I had wanted to kiss him, and wonder as to why I actually did it, and why I actually like him.

"I just, I don't believe you are really." He whispered, and I felt that pulling at my heart again. I internally growled and stood up straight, letting my hand fall down to Louis hip. I took a step back and, at the same time, mine and Louis' hands fell.

We stared at each other, one in a new light, the other in utter awe. I was in utter awe in the how innocent he looked right now, even with his droopy eyes and puffy red lips. "Please, your imagination couldn't make something this sexy, up." I said jokingly, my lips stretching into the small the moment I seen the crinkles by his eyes appear.

"You wish you were made up in my imagination." He said in his usual sassy tone. He popped out a hip and placed his hand on top of it, giving me the 'you best be playing boy' look, if that's even possible.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked down at him. "I wanna live in that imagination." Of course he wouldn't understand that I meant his sexual imagination, but I knew what I meant. I wanted to be a part of every sexual thing he has thought of, including his deepest, darkest wants.

Louis laughed quietly and glanced at his door that was open just a crack. "I gotta go inside." He said quietly, his eyes never leaving the door. I nodded slowly and took a step backwards, giving him enough room to walk past me without touching me. He did just that, making sure his elbow wasn't in the way of my torso. I waited for him to reach the door before I bent down at grabbed my jacket that I had dropped to the ground.

I looked back at Louis when I heard his door squeaking shut. I took two strides before I was at his door. I placed my hand flat on the door and held it in place, my fist, with the jacket in it, clenching. I blew out a deep breath through my nose, then leaned down and hovered over his face for a second before I placed a soft, gentle kiss on his forehead. I let my lips linger for a second longer than was necessary, then I turned around and walked down the driveway.

I jogged down to my car, enjoying the way the rain felt against my burning skin, and climbed into my car. I leaned over the seat and rolled down the window, grinning when I seen Louis was still standing in the doorway. "I'll be here to pick you up for school tomorrow!" I hollered out the window. I grinned at him one last time before I rolled up the window. I used the extra shirt that was on the backseat to wipe off the passenger seat, which had gotten wet from when I rolled the window down.

I sat back in my seat and before I could process what had just happened, I pressed my foot down on the gas and grinned darkly when the car lurched forward, then sped down the seat. I held the steering wheel tightly and when I was out of Louis' sight, I slowed the car down to the usual speed limit.

I may want to impress the boy, but I didn't want to get a ticket for trying to impress him when he isn't in sight. Besides, I already have him exactly the way I want him. He's warming up to me, therefore I get to see more into his past and I will be able to understand him a lot more.

I focused on the road the entire drive home, which took about five minutes. I knew the minute that I stopped doing something, I would think back to what had happened on Louis' porch, and I wasn't ready just yet. When I finally came into view of my three story house, I sighed deeply and could feel as the tiredness began to settle into my bones.

I had been asleep for an hour when Louis had called me. Before that, I was out at a party with some chick I met at the grocery store. I hadn't done anything with anyone, of course, but so what if I did? Wasn't like I was in a committed relationship with anyone. All I did was kiss the small lad, which was after the party so before then, I really had nothing to worry about.

But I did. I worried about the way Louis' face would look when he finally heard about the girl, or guy, I fucked at the party. Of course it would take at least a week for the news to reach him, so I would have a little more time to try to ease him into it, but I will never be able to handle Louis looking at me with disappointment in his eyes. Gah, I don't know what's wrong with me. I have recently found myself caring about someone other than my mum.

I care about Louis and everything that has to do with him. I worried about the bruise I had seen on his cheek those many weeks ago, which had been hand shaped. I worried about the way he would react when he found out about my past relationships, well more like one night stands. Back in my hometown I was known for fucking, and kicking ass without taking names. I would never fight, or fuck the same person I have already had sex with before, so it was like a one night stand.

I shook my head and pulled into my driveway, watching the way the light twinkled off the raindrops. I pressed the button thing on my car door and one of the four garage doors opened. I rolled my eyes and pulled my car into it, parking this car next to my black mercedes c300. I don't know what it is with the color black, but I find it fucking awesome that way it looked like in the sun.

I climbed out of my car and shook out my wet hair before I walked to the door that lead into the hallway. I shoved my car keys into my pocket and held my phone in my hand, using the other hand to open the door. The moment the white, wooden door was opened, the strong smell of garlic reached my nose.

My stomach grumbled loudly and I jogged to the kitchen, being all too eager to eat dinner. I haven't eaten all day today, considering I have been out since six last night, and the moment I got home I was passed out. My mom was in the kitchen when I reached it, her back facing me as she chopped up a salad.

I walked over to the kitchen island and set down in one of the short stools, my feet planting themselves on the floor. I leaned on the counter, using my forearms to hold myself up, and looked around the kitchen. My mom had decided on garlic bread, salad and spaghetti, with a cup of coca cola. "I'm starving." I murmur, picking at the bowl of cheese that was next to the large metal bowl full of spaghetti. I lifted a hand full up to my lips and sprinkled the orange shreds on my tongue.

I chewed quickly, snorting when I seen my mom eyeing me. I shrugged innocently and lifted my hands up, as if saying 'I surrender'. I grinned at her and climbed out of my chair, carefully making my way down the long hallway, making a left then a right. You walk through the door and then you enter the dining room, which has a large dining table in the center of it and pictures littering the walls.

Gemma, my older sister, was sitting at the far right end of the table, and next to her, at the head of the table, was my mums husband Robin. I hummed quietly, trying to cover the noise my wet shoes made with each step I took, and set next to where my mom was sitting, which was next to

Robin and across from Gemma. I unfolded the napkin from around my utensils and set aside the salad fork, bread knife, and normal knife to cut up your spaghetti. I grabbed the large fork and set it on my plate, then crumpled up the napkin and threw it over my shoulder.

I hated all the extra utensils my mom insisted we use. Just give me a damn fork, knife and spoon, and i'll manage just fine on my own. I rolled my eyes and clicked on my phone, frowning when I didn't see a new text from Louis. Strange, he usually would have text me by now. My frown deepened and I opened up my texting app, my eyes widening when I seen that my 'Mind if I come over?" text to Louis didn't send last night.

I felt half relief, and half worry wash over my body when I realized he didn't receive my drunken text. I nodded my head, god only knows why, and deleted the text before I sent "Still standing in the doorway like a fool?" I smirked lightly and locked my phone, then set it on the table next to my plate. Not even five seconds later my mom was walking through the door, Maria, our maid, following behind her. Both of their arms were filled with food, my mom's with the spaghetti bowl and plate full of breadsticks, and Maria's were full of salad dressing, the cheese bowl, and the salad bowl.

They both stood on opposite sides of the table and set the bowls down, having to cross arms more than once. When the meal was set out, Maria excused herself and left the room, while my mom sat down in her seat. They all joined hands and my mom looked at me expectantly, but all I did was roll my eyes and grab a piece of bread. Her chest deflated in defeat and she bowed her head, nodding along to the prayer Robin was speaking.

Stupid religious morons.

I ripped off a piece of the garlic bread and shoved it in my mouth to silence myself. I mimicked Robin as he spoke, and leaned forward to put two great big spoon fulls of spaghetti on my plate. I shoveled the spaghetti into my mouth and was already on my third mouth full when they finally said amen. I quickly swallowed my food, having to chug half of my coke to make it slide down, and repeated everyone.

They all looked at me, then looked down at their food. All of them in incredibly weird sync, they began to load their plate and eat. I ignored them and shoveled the rest of my food in my mouth, including my garlic bread, and chugged the rest of my coke by the time they were even halfway through their meal. I burped loudly, ignoring my mother's nagging about that not being proper table manners, and stood up from my chair. I grabbed my phone, told my mom the meal was delicious, and walked through the door and down the hallway.

I walked past the many rooms and soon the small hallway turned into a large opening. There was a piano in the middle of the room, and the wall beyond that was all glass that looked out at the backyard. Infront of the piano was where I was standing, was the kitchen door and a little beyond that was the front door that had a large, white rug with different designs on it. On either sides of the rooms were stair cases that led you upstairs. I took the left staircase, taking two to three stairs at a time, and soon I was at the top of the second level stairs. I turned left and walked down, passing three doors, and stopped at the fourth door on the right side. The door was painted a blood red and when you opened it, your eyes were filled with nothing but white walls.

I haven't gotten a chance to paint my room the color I want, so for now, it is an ugly white color that looks weird with all my posters of three days grace, I prevail, Sleeping with sirens and other bands, and pictures of me and my mom were hanging randomly around the room. On the wall next to the door there was a large queen sized mattress, and next to that was a black nightstand. On the wall opposite of my bed, there is glass doors that lead to my balcony, and next to that there is a black dresser littered with stuff. On the wall, which was almost completely blank, there was a door you walked into that lead into my bathroom, and the door inside that lead into my closet.

I sighed deeply and locked my door after I closed it, then quickly began to strip from my clothes on my way to the bathroom. I threw my clothes around the room and by the time I reached my bathroom door, I was in nothing but my socks. I peeled those off my feet and threw them next to my shoes, then I walked into the bathroom and towards the shower. My bathroom was large, the second largest in the house, and it had two sinks, a bathtub in the right corner of the room, a toilet on the wall next to the door, and in the middle of the bathroom there was a shower.

I flicked on the light and walked over to the shower. I pulled back the curtain and stepped up into the shower, closing the red curtains behind me. I turned on the warm water and closed my eyes, my muscles relaxing as the warm water cascaded over my body. My skin had been so cold that for the first few seconds of the water pelting against my body, it began to make my skin burn but it soon faded and I was once again left in a state of calmness.

As my body began to relax, so did my mind. I found myself remembering back to the kiss me and Louis had shared, my lips tingling in remembrance. I imagined that the kiss had went deeper, and my tongue somehow managed to get into his mouth. Even at the thought, I felt my penis start to grow and because I couldn't shut my mind off, I was soon left with a throbbing boner.

All because of the complicated, blue eyed boy I have found myself drawn to.