I finished up my breakfast quick, not realizing how hungry I actually was. I noticed Harry smile at my empty plate. "Like my cooking?"

Before I could even think, I heard myself say, "I wouldn't mind getting used to it."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise and I started to correct myself when I was cut off, "I'd like that." I looked up at Harry to see him smiling wide. I sighed when I watched his hand reach over the table to hold onto mine. He was just so confusing. I finally worked up the nerve.

"Harry, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He replied, with disappointment in his eyes.

"This," I said. "The kisses, the hand holding. Us?"

He shrugged and started to move his hand away, which only made me grip onto it tighter. This made him smile his perfect smile.

"I just think you're chill." Oh. Well I was not expecting that. He was so different from other guys. "I mean, I'd like to get to know you better and see where it might head, you know? You seem like a sweet girl." I felt his thumb brush the back of my hand. "And you're very kissable, I must say." He smirked as he looked over at me, making me want him even more.

It was crazy, I was never the type to just throw myself at someone, but with this boy all I could think of was how bad I wanted to feel his body on mine, and I had a gut feeling that it wasn't going to be hard to fulfill that dream.

"Why do I make you nervous?" He asked softly. I was shocked by his sudden question and felt my face turn bright pink. He laughed quietly under his breath, waiting for my response.

"You're just.." I choked. "Really attractive and kind of mysterious." I spat out too fast.

"Well.." He scooted his chair closer to mine, placing his hand on my thigh. "I happen to think you're very attractive yourself, and like I said, I wouldn't mind getting to know you."

With that, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled my body onto his, straddling me on top of him in his chair. I began to wonder what way he exactly wanted to "get to know me". I felt two big hands slip under my shirt, exploring my bare skin. The thought of those hands being Harry's made me want to die. I briefly pulled away from the kiss and stared into a set of beautiful green eyes. Harry cocked his head to the side, slowly examining my face. I never really had much confidence in the first place, and with an extremely attractive boy staring at my every flaw only made me feel more uncomfortable. Harry noticed me tense and gripped his arms tighter around me, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Emma, you're beautiful." He whispered. "I mean it, and I hope you realize it. Maybe not now, but some day you will. And although we just spoke our first words to each other last night, I'm going to help prove it to you every day." He gave me a soft smile and I couldn't help but press my lips back to his. The way he made me feel made my head spin, and that truthfully scared me. I completely forgot about Audrey and my mom. Both were probably wanting to know where the hell I was, but at this moment, as crazy as it sounds, I never wanted to leave.

I finally knew what oxygen was again once Harry removed his lips from mine. He took his hands from underneath my shirt and placed them on either side of my face.

"Go on a walk with me?" He asked. I nodded my head, smiling back at him. How on earth could I say no to that boy.

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