Behind The Masks

The lips, the kiss. They all remind me of lyrics from an Ed Sheeran song.

Flashing lights in my mind
Going back to the time
Playing games in the street
Kicking balls with my feet
There's a numb in my toes
Standing close to the edge

This kiss shoots me back to when we were little kids.

We were running around, playing. We were twelve, I think. We were the only ones who hadn't had our first kiss. Everyone was always saying we'd have it with each other. I didn't think they would be right. When we got tired, we fell down next to each other. We were panting, but smiling. He turned and faced me. He wouldn't stop staring at me, so I turned to face him.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Whaddo you mean?"

"You're staring at me, you creeper."

"You're just really red," he replied.

"No. I'm not. You are. I'm never red. Seriously, what's up?"

"Fine. Look. We're the only ones who haven't had our first kiss, but I don't want to have it with any girl. I wanna have it with you. The girl that'll always be with me. Always be mine." I was absolutely shocked at his words. But they reached me on a deeper level. They pulled at the strings to my heart.

"Then kiss me." He smiled, placed his hand on my cheek, and leaned in. I leaned in too, and then our lips touched. We started kissing, but soon we were making out.

And that's exactly what was happening now.

I would think I would be mad, but I'm not. I'm melting into the kiss like a marshmallow in a s'more. More and more, I melt. His hands are on either side of my head, but they soon snake to my hips, as my arms rest on his shoulders and my hands meet behind him. He pulls away, and starts to whisper."Willow. I'm- I'm really sorry about-" I cut him off by pressing our lips together once more.

"Not here. Not now. Just. Just lemme kiss you," I whispered out of breath. He presses our lips back together. I can feel him smile into the kiss. We were so preoccupied that we barely heard the door shut.

"Willow. The door, it just shut." I nodded.

"I know. I kicked it shut," I lied. Had Harry left? I mean, he had every right to... But would he? All thoughts ran out of my head, as his soft lips made contact with mine one more.

"Jump," he mumbled against my lips. I did as he commanded and he carried me to my room.

He laid me down gently on my bed, never disconnecting on our lips. As his fingers hooked into the hem of my shorts. I had to think: Am I really doing this? With Jake?

Notes

Yes, I meant to keep saying 'he,' and not say 'Jake' until the end. But you guys are smart, and probably already knew. Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm really busy and I'm hurrying as I am writing this message right now! But I have some questions to ask!

1) Do you think Jake and Willow will go all the way?
2) Do you think Willow hurt Harry?
3) Why do you think Harry didn't break up Willow and Jake?
4) What is your impression of Jacob Perez?
5) How many whovians out there cannot wait for Nov. 23rd!?!?!?!
6) How many directioners cannot wait for Nov. 23?!!!?!?!?
7) Who cannot wait for MIDNIGHT MEMORIES?!!?!?!?!?!?!?

Answer as many questions as you can!