Prologue

 "Jenny's got a body just like an hour glass

I wanna be the sand inside that hour glass..." 

"Are you cold?"

"No... I'm actually quite warm if you ask me.."

"Well you look cold." 

"Maybe you should've brought an extra jacket then." 

"Now why would I do that? When I can just do this...."

"Harry, get your arms off me." 

"You said you were cold."

"No I didn't. I actually said I was warm."

"Well, this is kinda awkward then... Isn't it?" 

"Just get your arms off me, then we can forget all about it." 

"Well maybe I like touching you." 

"I don't want you touching me, Harry." 

"Why not? You know there's probably hundreds of people who would die for me to touch them like this... So why don't you like it?" 

"I just don't. Now get your arms off me or I'll leave." 

"No you won't."

"Wanna bet?"

"I bet you a kiss." 

"That's hardly a bet." 

"A bet is a bet. If you leave I owe you a kiss, if you don't leave, you owe me a kiss." 

"It's a win win situation for you either way, I hardly see how that's even fair." 

"Who ever said life is fair? Surely you've at least kissed someone before."

"I-I... I have." 

"Liar."

"I have!"

"What was their name then? How old were you, and where did it happen?"

"Bethany... Uh... I think I was 16 and it was in front of her house as I dropped her off from a date." 

"What kind of date?"

"Prom."

"You're a liar. That's too cliche to be your real first kiss." 

"I'm not lying! That was my first kiss, I swear on my life." 

"Then I guess you won't mind if I just kiss you right now." 

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

"Why are you so obsessed with kissing me?" 

"How can I not be... You just scream 'I'm a slut', yet you haven't even kissed anyone... Let alone slept with anyone." 

"Wow, if that's your way of getting me to kiss you... You aren't doing a good job." 

"Is that your way of agreeing to kiss me?"

"Never in a million years." 

"That's an awfully long time, but I'll wait... Just for you babe." 

"Is this how you got in all those girls pants? Stupid little compliments?"

"What can I say... Ladies love the stupid little compliments. The men however... They prefer to be touched."

"Don't. Don't you ev- Harry get your hand off my face." 

"Why... Why don't you like being touched?"

"Just... Just get your hand off my face."

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not. I'm not nervous. I just don't like being touched."

"Okay. I won't touch you then." 

"Thank you..."

"Are you sure you aren't cold? I can feel you shaking you know..." 

"I'm sure... It's just... When you're close to me... I shiver."

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Well.

I've been kind of doing different things with my prologues, and I'm not quite sure if I like it or not lol. 

But thank you guys for the amount of feedback I've already gotten, keep that up maybe? ;)

Dedication: 

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