Good morning Anne" I said as I walked through the front door. That same front door I had been walking the ought for years.
"Good morning love, Harry's in his room if you want to go see him" she said smiling and gesturing to the flight of stairs to our right. I thanked her and walked up the stairs walking down the hall and to the second bedroom on the right. I walked in to see Harry standing in the middle of the room looking confused in only his boxers.
"Um Harry what are you doing?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him. Harry and I had been friends for 10 years so me walking in on him like this wasn't too bad. I had walked in on him doing much worse.
"Well um, I don't know I can't remember" he said looking at me. He started scanning me, which was strange because he would never normally do that. In fact I don't think he ever had before.
"You look amazing" he said still staring at me. I looked down at what I was waring, short shorts and a singlet that showed my cleavage. I looked back up at Harry slightly confused.
"This is what I always wear" I stated wondering why Harry was still staring at me. My heart started to beat faster. I knew I had always had feelings for Harry. I had fallen in love with him when we first met, and even though we were a lot older now, I still loved him. And him staring at me like that triggered my feelings.
"But you look amazing" he said stepping closer so that his face was just centimetres from mine. My breathing quickened and I could feel the millions of butterfly's racing around in my stomach. I looked into his amazing green eyes and stared, then he started coming closer until our lips were just centimetres away. I closed the gap, our lips crashing together and moving perfectly in sync. I moved my hand so that it was in his hair and slipped my tongue into his mouth.
He pulled me closer so that out bodies were touching and we moved over to the bed still kissing the whole time. He laid down on the bed and I got on top of him putting one leg on either side of him, straddling him and started kissing him again brushing my jet black hair out of my face.
His hands found my shirt and he started lifting it but I pulled away before anything more could happen. This couldn't be happening, he would have to be drunk or something. He wouldn't actually do this with me. I sat up and looked into his perfect green eyes which were looking at me questioningly.
"Why did you stop?" He asked moving his hand so it was around my waist.
"Because, I figure you must be drunk or something. Because you would never do that" I said tear starting to form in my eyes and I tried my hardest to keep them back but one managed to slip down my face, it was okay though Harry wasn't looking at me. He was busy fiddling with his hands.
"Yeah actually I'm not drunk, and I've been wanting to do that for a while." He said looking up and obviously seeing the tears in my eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked pulling me into a hug, one of those hugs that I never wanted to end.
"You must be drunk. Why would you want to do that?" I mumbled into his chest. He pulled me away from him slightly so that I was looking into his eyes.
"Because I love you" he said, the words crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. He had to be lying. This couldn't be true.