HALF A HEART

I locked eyes with the curly haired, green eyed guy that I had made out with a half hour ago. His eyes grew round, but his mouth twitched into a smile. I returned the gesture.

Mr. Styles stuck out his hand and I took his subconsciously. He shook it vigorously and said, "Nice to meet youuu?"

"Annie," I said, glancing at Harry's cheeks beginning to turn pink.

Harry's dad looked at him and made a face that suggested, "son dont be rude and shake this nice girl's hand"

"I already know Annie. We go to school together." He smiled not taking his eyes off mine.

I felt my mom's eyes burn into me, "oh is that so?" She said in a higher pitch than her normal voice. Clearly she was happy that I had met a boy at school. I nodded at her and smiled.

"Well, let's not let the pasta get cold. If you'd excuse me gentlemen." She said disappearing into the kitchen.

Mr. Styles, Harry, and I stood in the dining room entrance for a brief awkward moment and then I said, "Well our dining table is a little too big to only have 4 people and people at the heads so i set the table for us to sit in the middle." I said gesturing to the table and the place settings.

Mr. Styles started to walk towards one side of the table and Harry and I began to follow.

"What the hell?" I said into his ear.

"Hey, i'm just as surprised as you but i'm not complaining" He chuckled taking the seat next to his father. I went to the other side and sat across from Harry. When i glanced into his emerald eyes he was smiling at me, and nothing I did made that smile wipe off his face.

My mom came into the kitchen with the pot of spaghetti and began to serve us. Harry and my eyes remained locked on each other like a challenge to see who would look away first. I felt my cheeks grow pink as the staring continued and his playful little grin grew on his face.

My mom sat down next to me (across from Mr. Styles) and began passing the sauce pan around for us to poor onto the noodles. When the pot got to Harry he poured the sauce slowly without taking his eyes off mine. My stomach kept exploding with butterflies as the stare intensified into a look of longing and desire. Mr. Styles and my mom were caught up in a conversation and they didnt even notice.

All of a sudden i felt my eyes widen as I felt something begin to lightly squeeze my knee. It was Harry. He had reached under the table (it wasnt that wide). I gave him a warning glance and shook his hand off my knee. He chuckled softly and shoved a bite of spaghetti into his mouth. I did the same.

I gasped a little too loud when Harry reached my knee and squeezed it really hard. Mr. Styles and my mom looked at me concerned.

"Oh sorry," i said blushing, "the sauce was just hotter than I thought it was going to be."

Mr. Styles smiled at me and then continued his conversation with my mother. I gave Harry a more intense warning look and stuck another bit of spaghetti in my mouth. He chuckled and did the same.

A few minutes later I felt Harry's hand rest on my knee again. I shot him a glare and pretended to pay attention to the incredibly boring conversation my mom and Mr. Styles were having about wheatgrass juice. Gross...

Harry's hand began to crawl up my thigh and he smiled a devilish smile at me. "Harry please don't" I mouthed to him but he pretended not to understand. His hand reached the hem of my skirt and he crawled his hand towards my crotch. I could feel my heart beat faster as I tried to push his hand away with mine but he easily rebounded. His finger latched onto the elastic of my underwear...

"Harry!" I shouted standing up from the table and the adults looked at me very confused.

"Yes?" He asked clearly amused.

"Uh...let me show you some of the things i have from LA..." I got up and walked around the table, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of his seat. He followed willingly.

I dragged him to my room and shut the door quietly.

"What the hell Har-" I started but as soon as I had shut the door Harry had wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing up and down my neck.

My heart skipped as he turned me around and pulled me against him. His lips collided with mine and his right hand shot up to my hair, balling it in his fist. His other hand latched around my waist and crushed me against him. His tongue parted my lips hungrily and he pushed me against the door.

"Harry!" I gasped.

"What--love--?" He asked between kisses.

"Harry--stop--" I pleaded. I didnt want him to know that an hour ago he was my first kiss. I couldnt move this quickly when to be honest...i hardly knew the guy. And i felt really bad about myself because of it.

He released my hair and placed his other hand on my waist and looked at me. "What? What is it?" He asked, his emerald eyes searching my face for an answer.

I rested my hands on his chest. His heart was beating so fast. Wait...what he out of breath? "Baby we can't move this fast. I just met you two days ago. Please keep that in mind." I explained moving one of his soft curls away from his eyes.

He moved his hands onto the door so that i was trapped between his arms and his body. He stared at the floor clearly ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry Annie." He looked back up at me. "I truly mean that. I dont want you to think that THAT'S what i want. I dont know why im so drawn to you but i need you like a drug." He said, desperation clouding his voice. My breath caught as he said the same thoughts that I had been thinking an hour ago.

"Harry it's okay. I really like you but I really want to get to know you better out of respect of myself and out of respect for you." I said kissing his lips softly.

He smiled against my mouth and pulled away. "I understand that love. I understand" He released his hands from the door and began to flatten the hair he had messed up on the back of my head. I ran my fingers through his gorgeous curls. Oh they were so soft and so wonderful feeling but I restrained myself. He started flattening my skirt, gently, slowly, and repeatedly running his large hands down my thigh.

When we had finished fixing each other's appearances we went downstairs and found the adults cleaning the dishes.

"C'mon Harry, it's time to go home." Mr. Styles said.

We walked them to the entryway.

"Harry I'll meet you in the car." Harry's father said, an obvious response to Harry's fixated eyes.

When Mr. Styles left Harry wrapped his arms around my waist, buried his face in my neck, and embraced me in a hug. I rested one hand on his back and the other on the back of his neck.

"Goodbye Annie." Harry whispered into my neck. He stood up again and pulled a small white rose out of the inside pocket of his blazer.

"For you love."

I took the delicate flower out of his hand and he kissed me lightly on the cheek before stepping outside and closing the door behind him.

I walked into the kitchen and sat at one of the island chairs in a complete daze.

"I like him Annie. He's a good guy. We're still gonna have our Annual White Party even though we're with new people. It's next month honey. You should invite him." She said without looking up from the pan she was cleaning.

I felt myself blush. "Okay mom." I walked over to the sink, kissed her shoulder, turned around and walked up the stairs to my room. Btw...my mom was obsessed with The Real House Wives of Beverly Hills when we lived in LA so...that's where the whole "White Party" thing came from.

Harry was so amazing, yet i felt like i barely knew him at the same time...truth is..i DIDN'T know him very well. And for my own clarity i needed to before things got any more serious.

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