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I Found – Amber Run

The front door slams closed with force which echoes through the house. I can tell Harry isn't in a good mood just from the door being slammed. He's been out since this morning and it's dark out now so it must be late. I'm sitting in the kitchen drinking some green tea, I hope he goes straight to bed.

I've been avoiding Harry since Vegas...

I kind of panicked after the whole Vegas bedroom situation. I feel like things got to a point that they shouldn't have. Harry and I were way too close and then the talking about touching? I can't—I just can't. It's wrong, completely wrong. I need to start using my brain, that's all. So that's why I've been avoiding him because if I'm not around him, then there isn't any temptation. It's just Harry, I can do this, I can avoid him—

Harry walks into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he realises that I'm in there too. Well, I guess the universe hates me...

Harrys glances over my figure sat at the dining table briefly before walking over to the fridge and opening the freezer. I don't know whether to try and make small talk or just get up and leave to not make things awkward.

I stand up and push the chair into its place, my eyes glimpse at Harry and that's when I notice the large dark purple bruise patched across the side of his jaw. Without a second thought, my feet carry my body to stand in front of him. My eyebrows furrow as I hold his arms, focusing my gaze on Harry's face and body for any other injuries.

I'm standing close enough in front of him now that my head leans backwards due to the height difference. I move my pointer finger to rest under his chin, guiding his face softly to the side to assess his injuries more, "What happened Harry?"

He shoves my hand away from his chin, "Nothing. I'm fine." He dodges my body and walks away from me to sit at the dining table where I was sat at previously.

"Okay." I carry out the 'y' as I speak. "Do you want to talk—"

"No, that's the last thing I want to fucking do Alexa. I'm not in the mood for your shit, please just—just leave me alone!"

He's funny if he thinks I'm going to let him speak to me like this, "You aren't in the mood for my shit? Are you joking? I'm just trying to help and you're being a moody asshole!" I rush to the freezer in anger and grab a bag of frozen peas, walking over to where Harry is sat. I jump and turn my body so I am sat in front of him now, placing my legs on either side of his thighs. I bring the bag of peas up to the side of his jaw that is bruised but he only stands up fast enough that the chair flies from under him and falls onto the floor.

"I said, leave me alone Alexa!" He yells, smacking his palms onto the table on either side of my legs, leaning forward so our faces are only inches apart.

*PRETTY PLEASE PLAY I FOUND – AMBER RUN NOW*

My body freezes and my breath hitches, I hate how much he can affect me so easily. He pushes off of the table to stand straight. He walks over to the kitchen island and starts opening and closing drawers frantically. "What are you looking for?" I ask him while jumping off of the table, landing on my feet with a slap.

He opens and closes cupboards and drawers between his words, "I haven't had... A cigarette... In two weeks... And I've had... A fucked up day... So I need a distraction..."

"Since when did you give up smoking?" I ask him, watching him with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Since—it doesn't matter! Just leave me alone, I need to be left alone! Everything is so loud and you're getting on my nerves!"

"You think that you don't get on my nerves Harry? You're annoying, you're only nice to me when you want to be, you can't pick and choose when you want me around and when you don't!" I start yelling back, my voice cracking towards the end. I hate that I get upset with any type of confrontation.

"I'm the one—you have got to be kidding me right now Alexa! You haven't even looked at me in four days, and now you want to be all nice! It goes both ways!" I didn't think he would be affecting from my avoidance of his presence, now I feel bad but he's made me mad so I'm not going to apologise.

"You're infuriating!" I screech, pulling at the roots of my hair. I hate how I'm normally a calm person but here I am, yelling at him like a crazy person. I don't understand why he affects me like this.

"You're not any better! You're like—you're like a wet sock!"

"What?" I ask confused, tilting my head and blinking rapidly. This man did not just compare me to a wet sock.

He just shrugs his shoulders, having a bored look on his face. "Well, you! You're like a squeaky grocery cart!" I yell, pointing at him aggressively.

"Yeah? You're like an itchy sweater!" he yells back, pointing at me like how I just did to him.

"Wobbly table!" I step towards him.

"Crying baby on a plane!" He steps towards me.

"Unnecessary movie sequel!" Closer.

"Sun glare when I'm driving just before sunset and I have to put my sin visor down because I don't have sunglasses but I'm still really uncomfortable and it's just a really big hassle!"

I scoff, hanging my mouth open, "That's just rude Harry..."

He ignores what I've said, "Why do you care if I smoke?" He asks me instead, calmly which is a big difference to how we were just yelling at each other.

"I—I just... I—"

"Alexa!"

"I don't like when people I care about smoke, okay! It upsets me, is that what you wanted to hear? Well, there you go!" I scream, poking his chest forcibly.

Silence.

I stare at his chest, breathing heavily, too scared to look into his eyes.

Why the fuck did I tell him that?

His hands grab my hips, guiding my body so that my back collides with the counter. I lift my head to look at his face, I need to see what emotion he's feeling right now.

His eyes are scanning over my face, from my eyes to my nose to my mouth where they seem to get stuck. My eyes fall to his lips, glossy and plump, I notice he's panting.

Lord, give me strength...

His hands tighten on my hips, his thumbs wondering under my shirt so that he's now touching my stomach. My body quivers at his touch uncontrollably. He lifts my body and places me so that I'm now sat on the counter with his body standing in between my legs.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry whispers hoarsely.

Before I can second guess my decision, I nod ever so slightly. I don't think I could speak right now if I tried.

Harrys hands move to hold my face, moving his face to the side as he leans towards me. Our lips brush against each other's just barely, our breath fanning against each other's faces as we wait for the other to take the last leap.

I separate our lips before they can meet and lean back slightly to look at Harry's face, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes seemed forced closed like he doesn't want to open them.

I grab a hold of the sides of Harry's shirt by his stomach and pull his body towards me, crashing our lips together. His lips respond instantly as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. His lips feel so soft brushing against my own, moving together like a paintbrush on a canvas as it creates a masterpiece of art.

My mouth opens, his tongue responding by sliding in as he rolls our tongues together. It's a slow and sensual kiss but I think my heart is going to break out of my chest and fly away from how hard it's beating.

I've kissed a handful of guys in my lifetime but it's never felt like this, I feel intoxicated. Intoxicated with his taste and the way his body is pressing against my own.

The kiss isn't long but it feels monumental. It feels like relief. It feels like importance.

We both pull back, breathing heavily. Harry strokes my cheeks with his thumbs, "You confuse the shit out me Lexi." He mumbles, his breath hitting my face. He smells like whiskey and mint, he smells delicious.

He has a cocky smirk on his face, "I'm not going to forget about the fact that you called me a wet sock—"

He interrupts me by kissing me again, it's one of those kisses where we're both smiling and giggling too much to kiss properly, teeth clashing together.

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be,

Right in front of me,

Talk some sense to me...

Authors note:

So my babies have finally had their first kiss. I can't tell you how excited I was to share this chapter with you guys.

Things are going to be great from now on right? ;)

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See you in the next one!

~Jess💜