Fear
Chapter Thirteen
I struggled to look over people's heads. I was on the shorter side, so crowds weren't my favorite. I squeezed through the tall teenagers, mumbling sorry's as I bumped their bodies out of my way.
I looked towards the teens that were sitting down and looked for Harry again. I now had a good view since no more giants blocked my way.
That's when I saw him: His hair, curling at the ends, flopping over his forehead; His lips, that were pink enough to think he had stained them; His skin, slightly tanned, since he was bad at tanning, and bronzed easier than the average person.
He laughed at a joke that Miranda made, his lips curling up and his porcelain teeth shown beautifully. He flipped his hair, shaking it and instead of moving it to the side, he plopped it on top of his forehead messily. I smiled with him. Even if he couldn't see me, we were smiling with each other.
I walked towards him and sat in the unoccupied seat next to him. He avoided my gaze but continued to socialize with everyone. The girls waved to me and the guys acknowledged my presence with a simple nod.
Harry pretended not to see me. I sat on his right and he sat on my left at the very end of the table. He never once glanced at me, until my hand found his thigh. He stiffened at my palm on his black jeans, that hung off his bum showing some of his blue boxers.
I stared up at his biting my lip innocently. I knew he wanted to look at me and just gaze into my dark green eyes. I could see how hard it was for him to keep the simple conversation going because my hand crept higher and higher up his thigh until my hand grazed his crotch.
He coughed at the feeling of his unit being touched. I could hear his breath grow ragged. He stood from his chair abruptly and grabbed my hand tightly, locking it in his.
"I have to have a word with Kris. We'll be back shortly," he walked away, dragging me with him before anyone could say anything.
I tried my best to keep up with his pace, but his long legs proved to be an advantage. I still couldn't help but adore every single one of his features:
His long, slender, -but somehow hairless-, legs; His lanky torso that looked as if it was another person hiding in his shirt, ready to reveal itself. His hair that simply made anyone want to run their hands through the hydrated curls.
He took me through the doors that specifically read in all capitals, "EXIT! NO STUDENTS ALLOWED!"
He lead me to the back of the school building and pushed me against the brick wall gently, careful to not hurt me.
"Do you realize what you're doing to me?" He asked looking between my eyes curiously.
I didn't answer. I didn't move. I knew the answer and he could read it in my eyes. He looked past my dilated pupils and into my soul.
My soul that was supposed to be pure and clean. My soul was supposed to sparkle and blend in with the waving trees.
But instead my soul was in need of a fresh wash and my soul needed someone to make it pure again.
He might not look like it, but Harry would be the one to purify my soul.
To give it that fresh wash and that new start I desperately needed.
I looked towards the teens that were sitting down and looked for Harry again. I now had a good view since no more giants blocked my way.
That's when I saw him: His hair, curling at the ends, flopping over his forehead; His lips, that were pink enough to think he had stained them; His skin, slightly tanned, since he was bad at tanning, and bronzed easier than the average person.
He laughed at a joke that Miranda made, his lips curling up and his porcelain teeth shown beautifully. He flipped his hair, shaking it and instead of moving it to the side, he plopped it on top of his forehead messily. I smiled with him. Even if he couldn't see me, we were smiling with each other.
I walked towards him and sat in the unoccupied seat next to him. He avoided my gaze but continued to socialize with everyone. The girls waved to me and the guys acknowledged my presence with a simple nod.
Harry pretended not to see me. I sat on his right and he sat on my left at the very end of the table. He never once glanced at me, until my hand found his thigh. He stiffened at my palm on his black jeans, that hung off his bum showing some of his blue boxers.
I stared up at his biting my lip innocently. I knew he wanted to look at me and just gaze into my dark green eyes. I could see how hard it was for him to keep the simple conversation going because my hand crept higher and higher up his thigh until my hand grazed his crotch.
He coughed at the feeling of his unit being touched. I could hear his breath grow ragged. He stood from his chair abruptly and grabbed my hand tightly, locking it in his.
"I have to have a word with Kris. We'll be back shortly," he walked away, dragging me with him before anyone could say anything.
I tried my best to keep up with his pace, but his long legs proved to be an advantage. I still couldn't help but adore every single one of his features:
His long, slender, -but somehow hairless-, legs; His lanky torso that looked as if it was another person hiding in his shirt, ready to reveal itself. His hair that simply made anyone want to run their hands through the hydrated curls.
He took me through the doors that specifically read in all capitals, "EXIT! NO STUDENTS ALLOWED!"
He lead me to the back of the school building and pushed me against the brick wall gently, careful to not hurt me.
"Do you realize what you're doing to me?" He asked looking between my eyes curiously.
I didn't answer. I didn't move. I knew the answer and he could read it in my eyes. He looked past my dilated pupils and into my soul.
My soul that was supposed to be pure and clean. My soul was supposed to sparkle and blend in with the waving trees.
But instead my soul was in need of a fresh wash and my soul needed someone to make it pure again.
He might not look like it, but Harry would be the one to purify my soul.
To give it that fresh wash and that new start I desperately needed.
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12/29/13