“Because I really, really want to. I have since the moment I met you,” he starts, emphasizing his every word. “But you’re drunk out of your mind right now, Rory and I know you might not remember any of this in the morning,” he stops for a moment before he grabs the thin strap of my dress that had fallen down my shoulder and slowly lifts it back up. He doesn’t make any movement to take his hand away, though. Instead, he lets it wander up the side of my neck, his fingertips back to dancing across my skin.
“Harry,” I whisper, my eyes voluntarily fluttering shut. When I open them, I’m met with nothing but his intense gaze. His emerald stare piercing into mine makes me feel the most vulnerable I ever have in front of him. It wasn’t the fact that I was extremely drunk or the fact that I was practically sandwiched between him and a ply of wood or even the fact that my dress was unzipped and practically dangling off my body and with just one wrong move it could just slip off.
It wasn’t any of those things that made me feel vulnerable, as they probably should have; it was his stare.He leans in, only a fraction and allows his gaze to finally move elsewhere. I watch intently as it flicks down towards my mouth for only a split second before they’re back up and leveled towards me. “And when we do kiss, I want you to be able to remember it,” he voices, licking his lips. “Because for me, it’ll be the only thing I’ll be able to think about.”
A college AU where Rory swears off boys after a string of horrible relationships, but her next door neighbor with green eyes, a camera, and bad jokes makes her rethink that decision.
