How Did This Happen?

Missing Him Continued

*This chapter is kind of  PG-13, just be warned.*

His arms were around my waist, pulling me closer to him.  I ran my hands through his crazy curls, tugging every so often.  He let out a low moan.  I gently pushed him back on the couch, so that I was over him.  We never broke the kiss.  

I moved my mouth down to his neck, making a trail of kisses back to his face, giving us both a chance to breath.  

"Laura," Harry asked as I pressed my lips back to his.

"Hmm?"  

Harry's hands trailed up and down my spine, making me shiver.  I felt him smile against my lips, which made me smile.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Harry said, breaking the kiss.  

"I have a feeling I've wanted this to happen longer," I kissed his cheek.

He smiled.  "Should we get more comfortable?  Like your bed?"

I sat up, untangling myself from him.  "Umm-"

"Oh God, Laura.  I don't mean I want to- I mean I do, trust me I do.  I just thought we could carry this to a more comfortable place?" I could see the heat rush up to his cheeks.

I smiled, my mild panic attack leaving me.  

Harry grinned.

I jumped up and took off for the bedroom, Harry right behind me.  I threw myself onto the bed, and Harry did the same.  I grinned as he leaned down and kissed me.  I reached up to undo the buttons on his dress shirt.  Once they were all unbuttoned I ran a hand down his bare chest and stomach.  I opened my eyes.  

"I never realized you had so many tattoos," I said.

"Do you not like them?"  Harry laid down beside me.

"They're sexy," I bit my lip.

"Good," Harry smiled, as he sat up to take off his shirt.

I sighed, scooting closer to him.  I kissed him again, my heart picking up speed.  I felt our legs tangle, and Harry pull my hair bow out of my hair.  

We kissed for who knows how long.  Hours?  It felt like days, not that I'm complaining.

I gently pulled away, resting my head on his shoulder.  I felt him pull a blanket over both of us.  "Goodnight," I whispered.

Harry pressed his lips to my forehead.  "Goodnight, love."

I felt myself drifting off a few minutes later.  Right before I fell asleep, I heard Harry say something.  It sounded like he said: "I love you."

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When I woke up, I was momentarily confused.  Why was my head resting on a body?  Normally it's a pillow, not a shoulder.  I opened my eyes wider and noticed the tattoos.  Harry.  

Oh wow, I remember now.  

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Good morning, Laura," Harry smiled, his curls looking more tossed than usual.

I was not a morning person, so I just rolled my eyes.  Harry smiled, and leaned in, giving me a soft kiss.

"I need to go," he said.

"Why?"  I stretched out as he looked around for his shirt.

"Me and the guys are meeting up later.  I need to shower before I go," Harry started buttoning up his shirt.

"Fine, I guess you can leave," I got up from the bed.

"You know what?"  He asked.

"What?"

"You should come," Harry ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh," I felt my cheeks turning red, "I don't know."

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Harry started walking towards the front door.

I followed him out of my room and to the door.  "You don't have to invite me."

"No, I want to.  I want to introduce the guys to my girlfriend," he grinned.

"Oh?  Is that what I am?"  I said as a smile spread across my face.

Harry nodded.  "Most definitely."

"Okay then," I bit my lip.

"I'll pick you up at noon," Harry gave me one last kiss, and then walked out the door.

I closed the door behind him, and then ran to my room, and screamed into a pillow.

Harry just called me his girlfriend.  And I was meeting "the guys,"  

Could this day get any better? I think not.

Only one problem.

I think I was in love with Harry.