h a r r y

The world around us was a blur that afternoon, sitting in her garden with our lips locked in passion. Each move I would make Lola would mimic me and make my heart beat louder, it was beautiful to have my lungs breathe in her universe. Her lips tasted like heaven and felt earthly against mine as I nibbled on the plumpness. My hands cupped her soft cheeks, feelings the warmth of her rosiness and the lust in the movement of her jaw. It all felt like a dream, a faded feeling of euphoria swimming with the breeze around us and clouding my mind of reality.

But this was real.

Her delicate hands in my hair while she tugged me closer, her moans singing in my ears when I gripped her thighs and her heavy pants against my swollen lips as she took a minute to compose herself. It was all real and I couldn't believe I was this close to the blue eyed girl that haunted every corner of my mine. This moment would be imprinted in my mind forever, her bright eyes looking into mine, her rosy, freckled cheeks and her charming crooked tooth that made her smile more perfect.

"Harry," her voice was hoarse from heavy breaths, her dark lashes framed her smiling cheeks as she looks at me with our foreheads pressed against each other. "It's getting late." She comments with amusement washing over her features.

I look around her garden and the once brightly lite flowers are now dimmed in the sun setting over our town. I let out a sigh, bringing my eyes back to her ocean blue ones to get lost in the waves of colour one more time before reality would catch up, and I'd have to leave and go home. She held a certain kind of triumph behind her smile, looking at me like she just won the worlds most beautiful gem – little did she know I was the lucky one here. She was wonder, a clueless girl that didn't know she was the universe expressing itself in wonderful blue eyes and pale legs, short skirts and rosy cheeks, a beautiful flower that bloomed with each kiss I left on her skin and making that electricity ignite in her heart and pour beautifully out of her once again.

"You are so beautiful." It was the first time I ever let my thoughts of Lola spill, the words curving around her mind and making her grin like a fool. Her cheeks flamed as she looked at the ground, chipping away the red nail polish on her fingers to distract her growing redness, I chuckle at her. "And sexy, and cute, and wonderful." Each word cued a kiss to her soft skin, her shoulder then to her jaw and then to her plump ruby lips. We kissed with such passion I could feel it in my soul, the need to taste each other erupted as I gripped her waist, letting her settle on my lap as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

As my tongue glided over her plump lip the backyard light shines brightly in my eyes, Lola slides off me in one swift motion and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. I chuckle at her new found embarrassment as she turns to her mothers voice. "Lola, dinner will be ready soon." She says, but when her eyes catch me she frowns, familiar blue eyes looking at me curiously. "I-Is your friend staying?"

"No, Harry is just going home now." Lola says, my smile fades as she speaks, deep down I knew it was the best option to leave and not ask to have dinner. As much as I wanted to stay, meet her mother and father, spend more time with this wonderful girl and kiss those swollen lips more; I couldn't.

You're not her boyfriend.

Her mother nods, smiling politely before returning to the house. Lola lets out a frustrated sigh, turning to me with innocent eyes as she chewed her bottom lip. I couldn't help but cave under her beauty, the way her eyes gleamed with the sun setting over her dark messy hair and the teeth imprints on her ruby lips.

She had me wrapped around her finger no matter what I thought, I was possessed by blue eyes and a heartbeat.

The darkening sky casted a luminous dark blue over our world, her silhouette walked with me to the front gate of her home to say goodbye. She stood in front of me staring with bright eyes and a crooked smile, I grin as she stands on her tip toes to peck my cheek with sweetness. I take the opportunity and move my lips to hers as they begin to pull away, holding her waist as she melts into my body with electricity pulsing through her veins. The kiss is short but passionate, sending shivers down my spin as she tugs at my hair.

"Harry," she breaths. I keep my eyes closed as our lips brush, wanting to taste her one more time. "Meet me at the lake tomorrow at five." Her words are almost a whisper but I smile widely as she speaks, holding her to me one last time before walking away with her vanilla scent staining my clothes and sweet lips poisoning my soul.

***

l o l a

5:14, where is he? My body shook with the cool breeze flowing through my hair, the dark strands dancing in the sky as I sat on a lone bench by the lake. I had a book in my lap to keep me company while I waited but anxiety stopped me from opening the pages, too worried to soak into the words. I take a deep breath, letting the fresh air soothe me a little as I relaxed into the seat to calm my thumping heart.

I close my eyes to soak into the sounds of nature around me, the breeze singing through the branches of the trees, the birds chirping with song and the lakes small waves as the wind flows across the water. As footsteps approach my eyes dart open, I can't help the foolish grin on my lips as green eyes look into mine with anticipation. But as Harry steps closer I feel my heart immediately starts racing with anxiety, my smile dropping in seconds as his face comes into my perception.

The same grazes from the other day were still there, faded a little with time. But now his left eye sported a black and purple bruise under the eye socket, his bottom lip was split and his cheek was smeared with blood and bruises.

"What the hell happened, Harry?" My voice was high pitched with my distressed state, my hands immediately come to his face to analyse the wounds inflicted on this beautiful boy. His large hands cover mine and bring them down, I notice cuts and bruises on his knuckles as he does so and I inhale sharply at the sight. Harry looks innocent with his lop sided grin, the inflicted pain on his face made my blood boil. "Who did this?"

"It was just a silly school yard fight, I lost my temper is all." Harry watches me intently, calming my nervous bones as he rubs my hands softly. "I'm fine, Lola."

"Who?"

Harry sighs, removing his hands to support his neck as he stretches and releases tension. I glare at him, begging for answers.

"Niall Horan." He finally speaks. "The little weasel was just doing what he usually does and I lost my temper, it won't happen again."

My face twists as his name leaves Harry's lips, I knew very well what Niall Horan was like and the fact he did this to the most beautiful boy made my blood boil with anger. Harry notices my shift in energy, gripping my hands and tugging me down on the bench to sit and relax.

"Lola it's okay! You should see him." He laughs but my face doesn't find the amusement, I was still fuming with this information and wanted nothing but to punch that blonde haired idiot myself. Harry tilts my chin up, watching me with wonderful forest eyes and a enchanting smile behind the wounds. "Don't worry, he won't be talking shit anymore that's for sure."

"What did he say?" I ask.

Harry looks uncomfortable. "Don't worry, just know he won't be bothering you or me again."

What does that mean?

"Don't worry okay." Harry replies, noticing my growing anxiety.

"Harry tell me what-"

"Just leave it, Lola!" Harry's voice growls with the wind around us, my body shimmies back away from his angry outburst and I find myself shivering from his darkening eyes.

"I should go." I bite back tears as I gather my stuff, I ignore Harry's sigh and stand to my feet to leave. His protests are left disregarded as I storm away from the bench, my name calling through the wind from a beautiful boy.

"Lola?"

I sigh.

"Lola? I brought paint supplies."

I stop, still not turning to him as my breath calms with the cool air flowing through my lungs.

"I thought we could paint the lake." His voice is so innocent, that dark demeanour almost didn't seem real as I turned to see his bright eyes looking at me with longing. I let out an exhale, circling around me as I walk back towards the emerald eyed boy. He smiles at me with perfect dimples, his wounds still causing my heart to hurt.

Everyday I grow closer to this wonderful boy I start to feel new again, like electricity from his touch is igniting my soul again and showing me a lighter pathway with no hurt or regret. And as I sat on the bench, watching him paint the beautiful lake in front of him I start to feel dizzy with emotions. My heart thumping with his as I begin to realise, the thought striking me with such force I have to take a deep breath.

I was falling for this beautiful emerald eyed boy.

***

hi guys! hope you all had a wonderful christmas and new year, I'm really excited to start the new year and make it the best year ever! hope you enjoyed this (kinda) late chapter, little more drama and a lot more kissing ;) votes and comments are really appreciated, ty guys.

-A