CHAPTER 32:
What the hell?!?!!

{UNEDITED}
"Let go," I hissed, trying to get my hand out of his strong grip. After a few more tries, I was beyond pissed, so I bite his arms.

"Ow," he winced in pain, releasing his grip from my hand. The grimace on my face turned into a satisfied smirk. Serves him right for ruining my day.

"I told you," I cross my hands under my chest, "I'm busy today."

"And I told you," he paused for a second, taking a hair strand and tucking it behind my ear— he's been doing that often lately— then continued, "I have a math test on Monday."

"We reviewed enough yesterday."

"You only explained about sets and vectors," he said, "what about functions?"

"If you could do well in the algebra test, I'm sure you'll do well in function," I assured him.

"Do I look like I'm in a state where I could pass my exam?"

"Yes. . ?" I replied unsure, "besides, why do you care? You've been having decent grades on maths and you skip tutoring session a lot, so why all of a sudden you're so interested in studying?"

He kept quiet for awhile placing both of his hands in his pocket. "Because I want to pass."

"You can do most of the questions, I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Do I look like I'm in a state where I'm fine?" He looked at me straight in the eye. I could feel him getting closer, our nose are now touching.

I let out a cough. "Please don't get too near with me."

"Are you scared you're going to feel something?" He challenged, the cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"For you?"

"No," he denied, "for the rats back in sixth grade." It took me a few seconds to figure out what he said was supposed to be sarcastic, so I played along and pretended it wasn't a sarcastic comment.

"Rats. . . Rats. . Rats. ." I place my index finger to my chin pretending to think. "I don't recall anything about rats, sorry buddy."

"Perhaps you remember the loud screaming sound which happens to be yours?"

"Nope, not at all." I denied.

"Let me refresh your memory," he said and all of a sudden I felt a pair of lips touching mine making my world froze all of a sudden.

All I could think of now is this kiss, this familiar kiss, from a certain guy who I've known since I was little and it made me wonder. Will I always feel like this when I kiss? Should I try kissing another guy? Is Harry the only guy who could make me feel like kissing is the best thing in the world? Or can any guy make me feel like this?

Questions by questions kept on flooding my thoughts. I felt his tongue lick my lips, asking for an entrance to my mouth. I didn't give him what he wanted, too scared that it would go further than I expected.

He bit my lip, making me open my mouth and letting out a soft pained voice but at the same time it sounded like I was enjoying it, and hell I am enjoying it. So fucking much.

He explore my mouth, leaving me deep in thought and moaning a few times. He then pulled away all of a sudden making me groan a little. "Why'd you pull away?"

"Nice one," he said. "So you finally learned."

"Learned what?"

"How to not turn down a hot guy," he said nonchalantly.

"Do you know what this five fingers mean?" I ask raising my hands close to him.

"A high five?" He tried.

"Yes." My hand went flying to his face, resting my palm on his cheeks. "A high five on the face."

"Why do you always slap me?"

"Why do you always steal kisses from me and leave me hanging like this?"

"Correction: I stole kisses but I don't always leave you hanging like that." He said, "you are indirectly asking me to kiss you again."

"I did not!"

"Harry," I said, "today was supposed to be a whole day with my best friends. I haven't been spending a lot of time with them."

"Taylor," he mimicked me, "I told you I need help with algebra."

"Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll make sure I save time for you tomorrow."

"I have plans tomorrow," he said.

"I have plans today. It's either today or not at all."

He thought for awhile before saying, "fine, tomorrow at 12. Don't be late."

"Shouldn't I be the one to tell you that? You're coming to my home right?"

"Yes."

"I should go now." I waved at him giving him a smile which he returned with a smirk.

"Since I dragged you outside, I'll bring you back inside."

"You don't have to do that."

"I insist."

Why is he being so nice all of a sudden? What exactly did he have in mind? What is me and all this questions? Fuck this shit, I don't care.

"Bye," he said.

I didn't even realize I've reached the shop now. "Bye," I replied waving my hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he added kissing my forehead.

What the hell was that?

I had expected my friends to give scowls because of harry— well not because of Harry kissing my forehead and acting like an actually gentleman, more like because of dragging me out— but instead, they gave me smirks.

I took the opportunity to apologize, saying a few sorry words then sitting down on the chair.

"It's fine," Karlie assured, "but what the fuck was that? I'll see you tomorrow? Bye?"

"Karls, that's just a friendly greeting. You're overreacting."

"Overreacting?" Karlie ask scowling.

"You're not even friends with him," Selena pointed out.

And that is true.

"Let's not forget the fact that you would probably punch his stomach, which you didn't, if he kisses your forehead, which again he did." Gigi said matter-of-factly.

And that is true.

"Haha," I let out a forced laugh, "you guys are imagining things. There's nothing between us"

"Taylor, we never said there is something going on between you and him," Selena said.

"Can we please not talk about this?" I pleaded. "I thought today was supposed to be a day without guys?"

They all agreed, but I'm pretty sure they're going to start bombarding me with questions later.

And I really have to figure out what kind of relationship we have.

Thank you so much @bailxyn for the cover. I love it. It's really cute. This chapter is dedicated to you. Go check her account guys, she writes too, and there are haylor stories too!!!