Teenage Dirtbag

(Kyla's POV)
"Lucky guess?" He joked. We sat down on the couch. "I have a feeling this is about more than just a petty fight." Harry said suspiciously. I sighed. "Well, people always tell me who I should and shouldn't be friends with. No one lets me decide anymore. It's always 'he's a faggot! Stay Away!' or ' He's no good.' When do I get a say in my friendships?" I croaked. Then I flung my arms around him. I bawled into his shoulder. "Liam said he wouldn't take my shit and I hung up on him." I croaked. He sighed. "Liam's a faggot..." He mumbled under his breath. I laughed and let go. We stared into each other's eyes (and souls XD). Then before I knew it, we were leaning. Inch by inch until our lips touched he put his hand on my neck. We pulled away and stared in amazement at one another. I closed my eyes. "Don't let me go" I whispered. He laid down with me as he kissed me on the cheek. " Wouldn't dream of it."

Notes

Hope you like it guys. Later lovelies! ~