13. seven minutes
We walked in the closet, he was smirking. "What're'ya smiling about?" I snapped at him.
"I don't know. Why aren't you smiling? I mean your getting away from what's his name."
"Garrett. His name is Garrett." I said coldly. "And I'm not smiling because I don't want to go in there with you." He looked hurt, but I knew he was just sensitive.
"You don't have to...." He said his voice trailing off. I didn't know why I said I didn't want to.
"But I want to." I whispered, but loud enough so he could hear it. It made his eyes light up, he smiled a true smile, he looked so perfect. I stepped into the closet and he shut the door.
"So watcha wan-" I was gonna say ' whatca wanna do' but he cut me off by crashing his lips onto mine. I soon started to kiss him back. He bit my bottom lip, asking for an entrance, so I let him in. I ran my fingers through his hair, and twisted it around my fingers. We did that for about a minute. I pulled away because I needed to catch my breath. But I wrapped my arms around him and lay my head on his chest and he pulled me closer to him, until there was no space between us. After a while he was about to kiss me again but it got ruined.
"Guys! Seven minutes is up! Get out of There!" Louis yelled. When we walked out Harry ruined everything by being his perverted self and saying, "So how much fun did you guys have?"
"Nun-ya!" I replied. Smiling an half-evil-half-smirky grin.