Do not turn me into restless waters if you cannot promise to be my stream


Violet


It pained me to hear that my own mother refused to see me when I returned to the asylum the following day, but the unpleasantries only lasted for a couple of minutes. Her warning was still fresh on my mind, and the more I analyzed her words, the more I realized how not visiting her today was probably better for the both of us.

So here I am, back in my cheap motel room, folding my stuff away in the bag I originally packed them in and awaiting Harry's arrival. Once I deemed everything to be in better condition than when I first entered, I dragged my luggage out the door and returned the room key to the woman at the front desk.


“Come back anytime, dear,” The old lady sweetly told me as I walked past.


I acknowledged her offer with a meek smile but mentally concluded that on my next visit to Norwood I'd be staying at a much nicer motel. When I reached the seating area, I let my bags fall to the ground and sat down in one of the lobby chairs with my phone out on my lap. My fingers were literally itching to dial Harry's number, so I could find out how far away he was from me, but I abandoned the idea just as soon as it came and gazed out of the window instead.

The bit of sunlight coming in through the blinds eventually managed to warm my pale cheeks and made it easier for my body to unwind. At one point–I don't exactly remember when–I became so comfortable that I even felt the need to extend my legs onto the coffee table and release a deep breath, feeling my chest fall once the carbon left my lungs. It was rare for me to enjoy moments of pure relaxation such as this one, but when I did I could only do one thing: write poetry.

With a hand rummaging around in my overnight bag, I pulled out the one book I was looking for in particular and opened up to a clean page. As I held the book and pen together in my hand, I closed my eyes and tried to envision the right words to transfer onto the paper but ended up being left with a blank space and ink-smeared hands. The low levels of creativity present in my brain prolonged the task I had so wistfully set out to complete, so instead of starting a new poem, I began to reread some of the old ones I wrote for inspiration:


An ode to Shakespeare, the Magnificent

Eternal Love


My love is eternal; it shall not fade
Like a flower blossoms on a spring day
As we observe together from the shade
That we’re meant to be as true lovers say

Give me your all ‘til you have nothing left
So that way I know you will not forget
You were the first one to commit a theft
Now our love is nothing we should neglect

I am certain that we are forever
When I am with you, life becomes better
I have never known someone so clever
Who has words to write a dozen letters

And when you hold me in your arms at night
I trust that you will keep us safe tonight

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We won't stop until they surrender

Dancing in the Rain

Let us all dance together in the rain
expressing yourself in the way you choose
moving your hips without shame

Love your body all the way down to your veins
Why let anyone give you the blues?
When we can all dance together in the rain

Though people may frown upon you with disdain,
Pay them no mind and wear those dancing shoes
and move your hips without shame

There’s no need for you to explain
this desire that burns inside you like a fuse,
For we all dance together in the rain

Mark the streets as your domain
Because now that there’s nothing else for you to lose
We can all dance together in the rain
and move our hips without any shame

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A thoughtful expression slowly made an appearance on my face as my fingertips traced over every single word I had previously written on the page. Truth be told, if I could only do three things for the rest of my life, poetry would be number one on that list. It has always been a way for me to speak my mind while captivating the hearts of others, and I think there's something beautiful in being able to accomplish that.

My mind was so transfixed in the whirlwind of scribbled words on the paper that I didn't even process the sound of the door opening or the bells above it jingling. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked up from my book and saw a man with shaggy brown hair and bright green eyes towering over me, a scowl shaping his incredibly full lips. My own mouth parted open at the sight, and I was rendered speechless.


“Get up. I've waited for you long enough,” A seemingly grumpy Harry demanded of me while collecting my overnight bags.


I frowned a bit as it didn't occur to me before to look for cars in the lot when I was gazing aimlessly out of the window. After holding open the front door for me, the boy with a mop of curls for hair escorted me down to his car. Once we reached the station wagon, Harry popped open the trunk and threw my bags inside whilst I got myself situated in the passenger's seat.

It wasn't long before I heard the door opposite of me slam closed or the familiar sound of the car engine starting. The only thing I could do was sit back and try to relax as the scenery slowly morphed into one of long highways and endless roads.

We endured most of this car ride in a comfortable silence and light persiflage, but our powwow was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of Harry's cellphone ringing. To my dismay, he ignored all safety precautions and traffic laws and brought the device up to his ear anyway before answering it.


“Hello?” Though the greeting wasn't meant to sound bitter, I couldn't help but notice how harshly the word rolled off his tongue. I wonder who or what is responsible for his bad mood this time. “What do you want, Halsey? I'm driving,” He carped.


I decided to reach in my purse and plug in my headphones, so I could give Harry privacy to talk on the phone by listening to music. However, once I heard my name mentioned in the conversation, I had to pause “Uma Thurman” by Fall Out Boy and listen to his next choice of words carefully.


“Yeah, she's listening to music right now,” Harry informed the person on the line after not-so-subtly glancing at me. “Have you gone absolutely mental? Why would I allow that when I just told you she's busy doing something? You have no filter, Hal. I swear,” He angrily remarked, and I couldn't hold back the giggle that slipped past my mouth as a result.


Despite feeling his eyes burning through the side of my head for several seconds, I continued to look at my phone to make it seem like I read something funny on the web, hoping he'd buy it. After a good couple of minutes of hushed whispering, Harry finally went back to using his regular, obnoxiously loud voice, and I sighed with relief, mustering up whatever energy left in me to listen to the rest of this conversation.

“I don't know if that's such a good idea...” I spotted the wariness in his tone of voice as he expressed his uncertainty to Halsey, and I felt this strange urge to reach for his hand and brush my fingers over his knuckles to calm him down but refrained from doing so. “Don't call me that. I'll ask her right now to prove it to you,” The boy said to the person on the phone before tapping my shoulder.

I managed to have a look of surprise on my face when I felt his touch on my arm and removed one of my earbuds, so I could hear him better; without further due, he was given my undivided attention.


“Hey Violet, you know how I told you about the talent shows we put on at the bar on Tuesday nights?” Harry reminded me, and I nodded my head, remembering our brief conversation about him performing with his underground band at some of the shows. “Well...I wanted to invite you to come check it out tonight. Our performance should be good this time, so you won't want to miss it. Food will be on the house.”


I took a minute to entertain the possibility of me going to watch Harry perform with his friends before telling him, “I'll have to see if I can squeeze in some time after finishing Professional Fletcher's homework. I don't want to be made a fool of in tomorrow's lecture about Lady Macbeth.”

“Um, I'd be happy to catch you up on everything you missed actually. All you have to do in return is promise that you'll come. Please,” The curly haired boy practically implored. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity of his sudden behavior but, nonetheless, found myself nodding my head anyway.

“Okay, Harry. I promise you that I'll try to find a way to be there,” I promised and seeing him smile afterwards made saying those words feel completely worth it.


His pale green eyes crinkled around the edges like crow's feet while two prominent dimples indented those flawless cheekbones of his. The image alone was enough to make the edges of my own mouth turn up in a smirk as I plugged my headphones back into my ears, absentmindedly counting down the hours until we'd be reunited once again.

Notes

Copyright “Eternal Love” and “Dancing in the Rain” by yellowdiamonds

It's been 3 months since I've last updated this story, and I sincerely apologize for that. Writing multiple stories at a time is hard work, and I have trouble prioritizing my time and generating new ideas for chapters. I already have the next chapter for this story pre-written, so please let me know if you would like to see it. I don't know if people still read this story, but I'm grateful for the percent of you who do.

On another note, One Direction's new single "Perfect" perfectly sums up Harry's and Violet's friendship so far :)

-Love
M

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