An Eowells prompt please :) "are you gonna kiss me or not?"
That was the weirdest and most awkward situation ever.
We had been left alone, and I had no idea what to do. Lately, we had been almost flirting, there was an odd atmosphere around us. Everyone had noticed as well, it wasn’t my imagination.
I sneakily glanced at Harry with the corner of my eye. He was standing up and walking into the other room in complete silence, minding his own business.
I sighed in relief, feeling tense and pressured out of nowhere.
But then he came back, too soon. And I couldn’t help but to look up at him, directly into his eyes.
Harry was just standing there, reciprocating my gaze. I bit the inside of my cheek in restlessness and anonyance.
“So?” I piped up, seeing as he remained silent.
“So what?” He replied quietly.
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”
Harry grinned just a little bit and walked over to me with great determination. I stood up as he did and encountered him in a passionate kiss.
