You looked up from your phone, Harry’s voice breaking the comfortable silence the two of you seemed to routinely slip into.
He chuckled before continuing, “What makes someone a good kisser?”
A red blush crept up and over your cheekbones, the warmth feeling much like a neon sign was atop your head and pointing directly at you, emphasizing the fact that yes, you’d definitely thought of kissing Harry before but no, you’d never done it because bestfriendsdon’tdothat.
“Um,” you combed a hand through your hair nervously, “What?”
“You heard me, yeah?” Harry’s eye narrowed playfully, lips pursed as he read your face, “I said, ‘what makes someone a good kisser?’”
When you didn’t answer right away, he waved his phone in his hand, “Came across an article all about snogging,” he laughed at that word, “Jus’ wondering what you thought of a few of these things.”
It wasn’t unusual for Harry to ask a seemingly uncomfortable question – the two of you were pretty open with each other – and he found it to be rather cute that you were so flustered.
“Well, like what?” you asked.
He looked down to the glowing screen in his hand, scrolled for a moment, then finally landed on a statement he found interesting: “Number nine, and I quote,” he smirked, “I love it when the person I’m making out with gently grabs the back of my head and kind of takes control of the direction of our heads.”
The blush that radiated on your face stood no chance against his words.
“It’s… yeah, it’s nice when someone does that,” your voice was timid and your heart beat in your ear nervously. It crossed your mind that he must have thought of kissing you, too, for him to bring this up now…
“Should we try it?”
His words ran a chill down your back, and suddenly your stomach was fluttering.
You simply nodded.
Harry patted the cushion of the couch next to him and you crawled over to him, surprised the two of you hadn’t already ended up this close.
You turned to look up at him, his eyes looking down at yours. The two of you hung there for just a moment, studying over each other’s faces. You’d been this close before, yes, but never with the premise of an article boasting kissing advice.
And next you knew, his lips were on yours.
You’d kissed guys before, made out a few times, but this was different. These lips belonged to Harry, your best friend. Each kiss was soft, no rush or lust behind them; they were spent trying to learn the way the others moved, felt, tasted.
Harry’s hand found its way up into your hair, holding your head not in a manner of dominance, but by means of care. Your mouths danced around each other’s, growing more and more comfortable with each other.
Harry pulled back for just a second, smiling of course, and brushed back a piece of hair that had come astray.
“Think number nine knew what they were talking about, yeah?”
You nodded, and picked up his phone from the couch, using your own thumb print to unlock it. Scrolling carefully, you scoured the page for another tip.
“Hm, what do you think about number sixteen?” you asked with a smirk and handed the phone over to Harry.
His eyes widened just a bit and he laughed, “Think they’re all on the same page here,” he pressed a single kiss to your jawbone, “let’s give it a whirl, hm?”
National novel writing month is coming and I didn’t think I was going to do anything, but last night I got a cool idea if you guys are for it:
What if we wrote a story together??!!
Let me explain. I would create the characters and then you guys can submit different scenarios as to what happens to them. It’d be kinda like a DND game except you guys are all the DM. Then I’d write the scene out and find a way to make them all connect! It wouldn’t be anything fancy, something just for fun and working on my writing skills. You guys can even submit character ideas if you’d like.
So how about it? Like/reblog if you’re interested and feel free to go ahead and drop some ideas in my ask or messages, let me know what you think!