Collision

Harry's kiss knocks the wind out of me and clutch onto his shirt to avoid falling. Before I know what's happening, my fingers are knotting in his shirt and his hands are roaming my body. It feels so good but this is wrong.

"Shit, Jess." Harry moans and presses his lips harder against mine. I want to break it off but my body over comes my mind, continuing this exquisite torture.

"Harry," I whisper. His body presses against mine and pushes me towards the edge of the desk.

"Stop!" I say and push him off of me, finally mustering the courage to do so. He looks shocked, like no girl has ever done that to him before, and sits on the edge of my bed.

"Why did you do that?" I ask with anger in my voice. It doesn't sound so threatening because my heart is still swaying.

He shrugs and stretches out on the bed. "I thought you would have liked it."

More anger bubbles inside of me and I have to resist the urge to smack him. I did like it but his smug attitude about it makes me question how I feel.

"It was just a kiss, Jess. Have you ever been kissed before?" He questions and sits back up to look at me.

My cheeks flush. "Of course I have." It is true but I don't see why that matters now.

"Don't deny you didn't like it." He pushes himself off the bed and walks over towards me, probably going to finish what he started. I try to back away but my hip hits the desk, stopping me and making me look like a fool.

"Harry-" I start when his thumb traces over my lips. The touch sends chills down my body and I pinch my palms to stop them from sweating so much.

Just calm down, Jess. It's not going to get that far.

"I make you nervous, don't I?" He grins and his thumb moves to my cheek. I want to move away but my body is frozen in place, scared at what's going to happen next.

"Harry, please." I plead and look into his eyes. He knows what he's doing to me, and it's amusing him.

Just as our lips connect for the second time, I hear the front door open and the sound of my father's voice.

"Jess?" He calls and Harry stiffens. Yes! Thank the Lord he's here. Finally finding the courage to move, I push Harry off of me and step out of his reach. My legs feel like jelly but I'm just happy that I'm able to move.

"Jess?" His voice is closer now, coming up the stairs. My excitement drains and I look at Harry who is still standing by the desk, my dad can't see him, he'll flip.

"You need to hide." I tell him, ignoring the last five minutes.

"I'm not hiding." He states and crosses his arms. I hear footsteps down the hallway, coming towards my door.

Oh no.

"Get in the closet!" I hiss and my new tone surprises Harry. He smirks but obliges and pushes his way into my neat closet, quietly closing the door behind him. I run over to my mirror and fix my messy hair. My lips are swollen but they don't look that bad.

"Jess." The door opens and my dad pokes his head in the empty space. He's dressed in a suit and looks exhausted, the same way I feel.

"Hi, how was work?" I say and clear my throat. He opens the door and sits down on the edge of my bed. I hope to God that Harry doesn't make a noise.

"It was tiring." He says and loosens his tie. "Who were you talking to?"

"Anna. She had a question about our Chemistry homework." I lie but it seems to work.

"Oh, okay. Your mom is going to pick up some Chinese on her way home. She's running a bit late." He tells me and stands up.

"That's fine. I'm not that hungry, anyway." I smile and give him a hug.

When he leaves the room, I slump against the wall and close my eyes. My heart is literally beating out of my chest, I was sure he could hear it.

"Can I come out now?" Harry's voice startles me, I forgot he was in there.

"Oh, yeah." I say and the white closet doors open.

"I can't believe you didn't tell your dad that we were studying today." Harry says, shaking his head. I roll my eyes at his dramatic display and walk towards my bedroom door.

"I think you should go." I say.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you liked it." He notes and for what seems like the hundredth time today my cheeks feel hot.

"I'll leave if you tell me that you liked it." He presses.

I can't believe him.

"That's not fair." I glare at him.

"Say it." He replies, his green eyes blazing.

I sigh. "I liked it." Even though this is truth, it feels wrong.

"I knew you did." He grins as he collects his stuff. I want to throw him out the window but I blame myself for trusting that he wouldn't act this way once he got what he wanted.

"Just take me back to my car." I snap and my tone shocks him. I wait until he's gotten everything before storming downstairs. Thankfully my father is in his room but truthfully, I wouldn't mind the repercussions right now.

I climb into his car and stare out he window for the entire ride. Harry turns up the radio to fill the awkward silence but I can't seem to quit thinking about that kiss. It felt wonderful but his attitude after it made me regret it.

Once we get there, I quickly unfasten my seatbelt, hoping to make a quick escape, only to find the doors locked.

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