4. The kiss
Harry and I were dancing together for 4 songs now. His friend bartended and he had managed to convince him to mix our cola with some Bacardi, so I we were both loosening up. Harry's dancemoves were ridiculous and so were mine. We were both laughing our asses off.
'And that is how you make midnight memories' Harry said as we sat down at the bar to rest for a bit, not knowing he was It certainly is' I said, laughing. I hadn't Deen Denise for quite a while now, I lost sight of her when I started dancing with Harry. I scanned the dancefloor looking for her blonde locks. Than, I saw her. She was dancing with the lead singer of No Shampoo. Her hair was a mess and she had a big smile om het face. Relieved to know she was having a good time to, I turned back to Harry. He was alreeds looking at me. 'Were you staring at me?' I asked him, trying to hide the upcoming smile on my face. 'No, I wasn't' he denied. 'Don't you dare lying to me, Harold.' He lend a bit closer to me. 'Okay, I was.' My smile broke through now. Harry shove a lock of my hair behind my ear with his thumb, slightly touching the skin on my cheek. Was he going to kiss me? Was I ready for that? We had just me after all.
A slow song began to play just before Harry's lips touched mine. It was my favorite slow song ever. I grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him on the dancefloor with me. His confused face made me chuckle. I felt kinda bad for him though, just pulling away as he was about to kiss me. I looked up to his face and he frowned at me. 'Just dance with me, dork.' I smiled. He took me in his arms and I rested my head on his shoulder. My hands around his neck and his around my waist. I breathed in his cologne. We slowly moved to the rhythm of the song. Harry was singing along softly in my ear. As the song came to it's end, Harry loosened his grip on me. I frowned at him, but he didn't say anything and just smiled. He stroke a string of hair behind my ear and his touch gave me goosebumps. He leaned in, and when his lips touched mine, there was no place I'd rather want to be than there in his arms. His lips started moving against mine and I slipped my tongue in to his mouth. Our tongues fought for a while before they moved together as one. Harry's hands were on my bum and mine were messing up his hair. After what seemed like eternety he pulled away. I licked my lips as I looked into his beautiful eyes. Even if this was only for tonight, I knew I wouldn't forget him.