Mia's POV

My head is spinning and my lips are tingling. My feet felt like they were walking on air as I speed-walked to my temporary room in this ginormous house.

Did I get lost again? Yes. Yes I did.

But that's beside the point.

What the hell just happened??

Harry kissed me. I kissed him back.

And it wasn't like it was just a small kiss either. A little peck on the lips if you will.

NO. I full on made out with my childhood crush.

Now if that isn't some cliche Hallmark shit there then I don't know what is.

What I'm so baffled by is the meaning behind all of this. So what? Does he like me? Like...Like like me? Or did he just do it thinking that I'd forget about our fight?

Nahhh Harry isn't the type.

Then the only other option is that he has feelings for me. But to what extent though? Does his feelings for me match the ones I have for him or am I just some miniscule crush he picked up over the time we've been spending together? Either way, it's still so mind boggling to me that I can't seem to wrap my head around it.

Holy shit! Harry likes me!...I think.

My God I sound like a crazed high school girl.

While I didn't want the kiss to end - trust me, it was like I wanted to hold on to it like I do with my chocolate stash kind of good - I had to admit that I was grateful for the interruption. It pulled me back to reality.

And when it hit...it hit hard.

Like the scarring and crushing of your childhood the day you saw Miley Cyrus swinging on a wrecking ball kind of hard.

So I fled.

As reality began the sink in, the space I stood in that seemed so magical suddenly started to suffocate me. I couldn't stay. Like I do with all situations in my life...I run away. I took the opportunity and ran with it the second he turned his back on me to look at his phone. My mind was so busy with the thoughts swirling in my head that it didn't occur to that whatever text message he got could somehow make or break us in the near future.

When I finally found my room - though I think I passed it twice already- the first thing I did as I closed the door was sink down on the floor behind the door to block it and rest my head in my knees. I blocked the door because I just knew that Harry would come looking for me and no matter how much I wanted to see his face again, to kiss those divine lips again...I needed space to think.

Yeah...to think of all the reasons you could come up with to get out of this.

But it was a mistake.

A beautiful mistake...that you keep making inside your head for the past ten minutes.

I tried turning it off but it kept replaying over and over again, each time making the smile on my face wider and wider and my lips tingled more and more.

It didn't change that I was still upset with him though. I mean, he had the nerve to tell me that I was selfish and then kiss me as though none of that had ever happened.

Ohhhh he knew exactly what he was doing...thinking he could work that charm of his on me and get me to fall for him.

That cheesy ball of slime!

I will stand my ground!

I will not be Harry-ed!

Oh who am I kidding!

Let's think about this logically for a second.

What now?

Become a couple? Get all lovey-dovey and stuff with each other? Then have one massive fight or most likely in this case, grow apart from distance considering what Harry does for a living?

Then what?

I don't think I'd be able to live with the ramifications of that. No. Nope. Not even the slightest.

Because if we're being realistic here - which we always should be (always listen to your head, because chances are that your heart is sniffing something at night when you're drooling all over your face)- there is no possible chance in this world that Harry and I could ever work out.

The universe and I already have such an intense love-hate relationship. Let's not give it anything else to ruin...Please and thank you.

And then there's Mari. She's already gotten so attached to Harry as it is. Imagine her heartbreak when Harry and I break up.

Notice I said 'when' and not 'if'.

Sorry to say but there's not an optimistic bone in my body. Especially about this.

Well, smack my ass and call me Oscar.

...I'll just go back to Grouchland now.

Not to mention my own heartbreak.

I've gotten so used to Harry in my life these past months and I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't anymore...again. How would I come back from that?

Speaking of which...heartbreak is just not on the cards for me right now.

Is heartbreak ever on the cards for anyone?

Oh you know what I mean!

If I still haven't gotten past everything that's happened in the past four years...when will I ever be okay? I can't even bring myself to visit my sister's grave since her funeral, I still wear the ring Blake gave me on his deathbed afraid of taking it off, I'm breaking record on how long I could avoid my mother and to top it off, my father disappeared into thin air. Harry is literally the only constant in my life after Lily and even she has her own life to live -which I wish she would and stop psyching herself out about me- so I can't afford to lose him over something that self control and time can't fix.

Can you tell I've got abandonment issues? Ha ha

Where I come from, laughing off the pain is a hobby.

My head snaps up in reflex at the sound of two knocks on the door and smacks against the hard wood.

"Sweet mother of Johnny Depp!" I winced in pain holding the back of my head.

"Mia? Mia-are you alright?" His muffled voice laced in concern sounds through the door as he attempts to turn the doorknob.

Despite the throbbing in my head, my eyes widen in panic and I grab a hold of it and turned the knob in the center to lock the door, "I'm fine...just don't come in here, okay"

I wasn't ready to face him yet. Then I'd lose my resolve and melt into a poodle of goo at his feet, and sticking under his shoe so that we'd never be apart.

Too much?

Just a tad.

Let's not forget that while a part of me wanted even just the tiniest glimpse of his face to savour, the other was absolutely repulsed by it at the moment.

"Then what was that sound? Please just open the door, " He fidgets with the doorknob again only to find it locked, "Really? You locked me out?"

"Oh wow such a brilliant observation. Turns out you're not as dense as I thought" I gritted through the pain.

"I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me? I can't change what I did but I'm trying to make it up to you. I'd get down on my knees if you asked me to, just-" I heard him let out a deep sigh before saying softly, his voice pleading with me to comply, "Please, please unlock the door...we need to talk."

"Do we?" I asked matching his quiet tone, resting my palm firmly against the door as though I could feel him on the other side while the other nursed the pain at the back of my head. My resolve was crumbling at my feet. He was breaking me. I couldn't refuse him. It also didn't help that deep down I knew he was right.

But I wasn't ready.

"You know we do"

Before I had time to think, my hand was already reaching for the doorknob and turning it open, letting him in. The first thing he notices as he comes into view is my hand behind my head and I go to drop it but I hear him let out a deep resigned sigh so I just left it there and rubbed the area in circular motions.

I might as well as I've already been caught.

"What am I going to do with you, squeaks?" He mumbles to himself while taking cautious steps towards me. Not that he had far to walk but it was as though he was afraid I'd run away again. "Why do you make me worry so?" he stops directly in front of me, so close that I could smell the scent of his aftershave. I catch the sight of his hand coming up in front of my face and moving towards the back of my head where he rests his warm palm on top of my hand.

I don't stop him.

He gently lifts my hand and lets it drop to my side, moving more behind me to inspect the damage caused by my clumsiness. Though his touches were feather-like, I felt them engrave into my skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. " That's going to need some ice," I hear him say under his breath, "Leave you alone for 10 minutes and you nearly crack open your skull"

No need to exaggerate.

I mean, come on. We been knew.

I walk into tables, doors and the occasional glass window. I'm pretty sure I could've given Harry a concussion that day we bumped heads. Hell, I wake up with random bruises on my body and left to wonder where the hell they came from.

He leaves my side and heads towards the door. "Where are you going?"

"Uhm, for ice?" He spins around and asks as if it's the most obvious answer.

I groan in frustration, mostly because I didn't want him to leave while still wanting him to move as far away from me as possible. Damn chile, pick a side. Alright I can't lie and say that I wasn't just so over people trying to take care of me "No! Just leave it okay! Jeez"

He stood in the doorway for a while, just watching me. I couldn't read what he was thinking but I was fully expecting him to argue over the ice "I'm not a China doll, you know"

But he didn't. In fact, he didn't push at all. Instead what he said had every inch of my body heating up, no matter how cheesy it sounded.

"Well of course, you're not. You're far too valuable for that" And he said it so seriously too that it gave me chills.

"Okay look," he starts while taking a few steps toward me, his eyes holding the deepest sincerity, "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said before. You're not selfish one here, in fact I am, just like you said. I was just upset"- Upset? Upset about what?- "and took it out on you and I'm sorry." He pauses and looks me straight in the eye then says with a determined voice, "So as my punishment, you have full permission to get me to do anything you want me to and I'll do it without complaint."

Punishment?

"Oh come on!" I had to laugh because quite frankly, that was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard come out of Harry's mouth.

And have you met him? Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it.

"I'm 100% serious on this one. I was wrong and hurt your feelings so I'll do whatever I have to to make this right." He says keeping the same serious face and I have to take a few moments to believe that he wasn't messing with me.

There's no way...

"Are you being real right now?"

"Like a heart attack, love" He nods with a small smile at my reaction "So, am I forgiven?"

"That depends, " I pretend to think it over with a finger on my chin, "how long do I get to keep you as my slave?"

"As long as you want" He smiles genuinely though I don't miss the playful glint in his eyes.

"Okay, I guess" I shrug my shoulders, feigning indifference to fight the smile wanting to peak through "I think I might have something in mind" I say, walking around him towards the door.

"Uh uh, " He tutted behind me, taking a gentle hold of my wrist as I pass by him, "Come here"

"What?" I turn around to face him.

"About what happened...you know...the kiss?" I start to feel uncomfortable all of a sudden and take an interest in my shoes.

Ouuu black...so fascinating.

"I'm sorry" He says, meaning it when I don't say anything.

I cough, not sure of what to say. "Uhm..." I mumble under my breath.

Several seconds pass, and I still can't conjure up an answer.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" He inquires, his brows furrowing as he looks at me, no doubt trying to read what I'm thinking.

"Uhm...mmmmn..."

Yo, idiota! One word at a time, would ya. I don't think he understands dumb.

"I..I don't know what to say."

"Was...was it a mistake?" He questions to my surprise.

He could have said that it was a mistake but instead he asked me whether it was or not.

WHY?

"Yes" I finally say. I've made up my mind. Exploring this...whatever this is...will just lead to disaster. Deciding that this conversation may not lead to anywhere useful, I attempt to walk past him, "Now come on, slave. We've got places to be"

"Then why don't I believe you" He states rather than asks and my breath gets caught in my throat but I keep moving.

"I don't know! Why don't you as-" He blocks my path by extending his arm out and clasping my waist with his hand. With the gentle tugging of his finger, Harry spins me around to face him, pushing me back against the wall next to the doorframe. Then as if my heart doesn't want to climb up through my throat to escape, he steps forward and closes the distance between us with his body. My back is pressed against the flat wall while Harry firmly holds both sides of my waist.

It's safe to say that any remaining space between us was nonexistent. His green eyes focused solely on my brown ones, his breath mingling with mine. He licks hips lips and looks briefly down at mine before returning to my pupils and searching for my approval,

"Tell me to stop, " His eyes dared me as they grew darker and darker with each millimetre his face moved towards mine.

Yeah Mia, tell him to stop.

I think I glued my mouth shut after the shock of being trapped against a wall with no way out in one swift movement.

I'm sorry but can someone please tell me why this feels so familiar?!

"Last chance, squeaks" He warns, his voice suddenly deeper and more sultry than before that I gave up. Coming out of my temporary shock, I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him to close any remaining space between us and press my lips against his.

It doesn't take him long to get over the shock and our lips mold together, pressing harder and harder against each other. The smooth texture of his mouth of his mouth against mine makes me want to kiss him even more, to deepen the kiss. His body pressed more and more against me, crushing me into the wall as his hands wonder all over my body, trekking from my waist down to my hips and then up to my shoulder blades while my hands rummage through his hair eagerly.

I can't tell which one is better. I don't think I've ever felt so passionate about kissing someone before that I can't tell the difference.

Is it a tie?

I didn't want it to end but we were both running out of air. He pulls away slowly, opening his eyes to stare into mine. His hands gently tug at my t-shirt, making sure our bodies never detach from each other. We're both panting heavily, our shoulders heaving in sync to the explosions alighting inside of me. The jolting butterflies are ripping my stomach apart, causing my legs to feel weak.

Thank God this magnificent creature is holding me close and the wall is supporting m. Otherwise, I might just crumble to the floor, just like my resolve a few minutes ago.

"Still a mistake?" He asks breathlessly, resting his head against my forehead.

Of course it was. I still stand by all the reasons why we shouldn't take this any further. But that's what made it even harder to resist him. What the hell have I just gotten myself into?

"I never changed my mind."

A smirk spreads across his lips, "Funny how a mistake is something you should learn from and not keep repeating."

"So funny" I laughed nervously to myself. He wasn't making this easy for me when he had us stuck in this position.

He steps back, leaving a few inches between and I let out a huge breath finally feeling like I could breathe again. I squirm under his gaze as he silently eyes me for some seconds.

Then he clasps his hands together and says, "Then I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you."

Well if we're gonna get technical, he kissed me first...then I kissed him back...then I kissed him again but ONLY because he provoked it. If we're being technical that is.

You would think that he would be a bit upset or something when saying those words to me but noooo. This guy was full on smirking at me like he knew something that I didn't.

"Add it to the list of things that I have to make up for and call it even, yeah?"

I didn't bother to question it. I wasn't mad at him anymore for earlier because he explained it to me. While I'm pretty sure he didn't give me the full truth, I couldn't argue because then I'd just be hypocritical. Point is, I understood and was already over it.

Was I gonna tell him that though?

Of course not!

This boy has tortured and teased me for years! Why the hell would I pass up the opportunity to get him to do whatever I want?!

I'd say this was payback.

So keeping the image of his lips in my head, I grin mischievously at him, "You got a bike, right?"