Harry getting nervous before your first kiss. You've had a nice night out, and he's had one or two so he's extra smiley. You're getting ready to say goodnight, and tonight's the night, and his eyes are shiny and his cheeks are pink. It's endearing cause he's been so collected, but when he puts his palm on your cheek you can feel it shaking. So you help him out by grabbing his jacket and pulling him in, and it's every bit as good as you dreamed.
I think, in a way, as confident as he may seem, it’s in times like these where you can see a glimpse of his insecurities - his blushing cheeks and nervous smile when he cups your cheek give him away. And, even though you’re as nervous as he is, you can’t help but smile to yourself because how endearing is it that he’s nervous to kiss you?
When you pull him in, slowly and tip your head back so you can press your lips to his, it’s like your heart will carve a hole through your chest with how fast it’s beating but, as cliché as it sounds, the world stops when his lips are on yours. Taking a deep breath, his eyes falling close, Harry relaxes his lips and presses harder against yours, greedy in his pursue to taste you and when your tongues slide against one another, all nerves melt away and all that’s left is the whimpery and content sighs, the sensation of being so close to each other overwhelming to you both.
“Didn’t know y’were so forward…” He jokes and you roll your eyes, pinching his side, where your hands had slid down to.
“I’ve waited long enough, had to take the matter into my own hands.” You joke and he looks at you, fake offense painting his face.
“Oi! Was waiting fo’ the right time, wasn’t I? Couldn’t just kiss yeh out of bloody nowh- hmmph!” He couldn’t kiss you out of nowhere but you had no problem with slanting your lips over his any time the mood strikes.