16. I like you a lot

I open up my eyes lightly but close them, as it's too bright. The sun is shining right onto my face, but that is not the issue right now. Something isn't right here. The last time I remember is that couches don't breathe, right?

I recognize the smell that is all around me; it's all Willow. I'm lying on top of her stomach. How did this happen? What I remember is that we were watching a movie and that's it. We probably both fell asleep, well, some of us somewhere she shouldn't.

How did this happen? How did I end up on her like this? Honestly, the biggest question in all of this is, how did I end up dreaming about her and get such strong feelings for her? I don't get it. I don't get anything, apparently. My head is really a mess.

I try to move off her body, but then she locks me with her arms. My body is now frozen, my eyes staring at her beautiful face as I am waiting, but nothing happens.

"Willow?" I say her name lightly, but she doesn't open her eyes.

"Willow?" I call her name once more, and now I see her opening them a little. She looks adorable when she is tired. I really like the way she holds me in her arms, how warm and comfortable she is. I really want this, more than anything, but as I said. It must be right.

She opens her eyes, and they widen right away as she sees me. Then I feel her arms loosen up, and I move off her right away. She takes one of the pillows and lay it over her face. When she is embarrassed, she hides her face. I find it adorable and funny.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles against the pillow.

"It's okay." I smile at her cuteness.

"No, it's not. I don't get why this keeps happening." Willow sounds frustrated and annoyed by herself.

"Is it a bad thing?" The words slip out of my mouth before I could stop myself. She takes the pillow off her face and sits straight up. I avoid her gaze as I stare out the window.

"What do you mean?" She wonders, but I just shrug.

"I don't know," I answer as I get out of the couch, looking for my sweater. I find it behind the couch, and I put it on. She looks at me, still questioning what I said. Then she gets out of the couch and stands right in front of me.

The tension between us is very uncomfortable, and that's not how I want it to be. I want it to be comfortable, warm, and most amazing feeling in the world.

I stare at her perfect, beautiful face. Her green eyes so gorgeous as she is looking at me for answers. Her long, dark hair is a little messy after a night of sleep.

Tears start to form in my eyes as I realize that I can probably not have that beauty standing in front of me. It hurts that I have been dreaming of someone like her for such a long time, and she is standing in front of me, not even knowing what I feel for her. Not knowing how much I want her to kiss her, touch her, and simply hug her.

I rub my eye before the tear could find its way out.

"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly.

"No!" I snap, and I watch her eyes widen with fright.

"No, I am not okay, Willow!" I shout in frustration as the tears flow down my cheeks. She looks at me, not sure what to do.

"I like you, Willow, and it drives me insane that I do!" I take the tears away from my cheeks.

"I have literally dreamed about you. The same dream every night for a year now, and I have no idea what it means because sometimes it changes. I don't know why or understand anything about it. It freaks me out!" I tell her, and she takes a step towards me, but I take one back.

"I don't understand why I dream about you. It's not normal in any way and the fact that I met you made me sure that I have feelings for you, which makes it even more complicated. I don't know what to do..." The next thing I know is warm hands on my cheeks and lips on mine.

She moves her lips on mine perfectly. My heart and stomach are flying with thousands of emotions right now. I have been craving this kiss for a year, and now finally, I have her. I wrap my arms around her waist while her hands move into my hair.

My legs feel so weak as she pushes us, and I fall on the couch with her above me. Our kiss ends, but Willow closes our lips together again. She is so soft and irresistible that I can't find myself stopping.

Her smell is just as strong, amazing as always, and she tastes like heaven. My hands find its way into her hair to keep her in place, but she moves back for both of us to breathe. She is staring right into my eyes, very lightly, not saying a word.

It's all quiet, except for the sound of our breathing and the beating of my heart. I brush her hair away from her face and behind her shoulder. Then I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She closes her eyes off my touch, which makes me smile.

"I like you a lot." Slips out of my mouth, and she gazes at me, but this time it's sadness in her eyes.

"You shouldn't like me," Willow says as she moves off me and stands on her feet.

"Why not?" I ask, confused because I can't see a reason not to.

"I shouldn't like you," She tells me now, which hurt.

"But I do, and it makes me feel guilty." So many tears flow down her cheeks like a river. I step towards her and cup her cheeks. My thumbs take away the tears on her skin.

"Why does it make you feel guilty?" I ask, almost feeling my own tears come out of my eyes. It hurts to watch her like this.

She doesn't answer, just remaining silent as she stares down at the floor. I wish I were a little taller than I could have kissed her forehead. Why do I have to be so short?

She closes her eyes, and more tears fall her cheeks, which I take away.

"It hurts, and it scares me." She says in pain.

"What hurts, and what scares you, Willow?" I ask worriedly.

"Liking you." She answers as she stars in my eyes again.

"Why?" I wonder.

"Because." Is all she says. I nod lightly, and I take my hands away from her face. She is so hard to get through, but at least I made some progress. She told me she likes me and I got an amazing kiss, which was really unexpected. I also know why she has been acting strangely around me, but I don't know everything, I guess. It's okay; I'm a step closer than I was.

"You want to like me or not?" I ask carefully, and a little scared for my answer.

"I like you a lot, Harley, but I just need time to make myself accept the fact that I do." She tells me sadly, and I nod.

"It's okay," I smile.

"I give you time. As much as you want." I say, and a small beautiful smile comes across her face.