London Calling

Harry's pov

My mouth hasn’t shut up about her since she kissed it. The idea that she may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about her since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back.
The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

Notes

elo anyone

I know this is the shorted chapter ever but, I just wanted to write this up as Harry's take on the kiss. The longer chapter is coming up next, obviously haha. I feel like the next one isn't really that good but let me know what you think.

Isla x