“10 sharp, I’ll be there, I promise.” It was one I would hold him to.
A brisk wind brushed my skin, only reminding me of the season change. “10 sharp” his voice resonates in my head as I thoroughly scan the crumpled up page held in my trembling bare hands. My eyes continuously revert back from his hand writing to my wrist watch. The minute hand is yanked up right as the hour reads 10 and my heart sinks in my chest.
“10 sharp, I’ll be there, I promise.”
They told me I couldn’t see him anymore. They said he was no good for me. They think they know, but no one does. No one knows how a five letter word, rather name, can heighten the pace of my heart. No one knows how uneasy only one set of green eyes can make me, or how one look could do it. No one comprehends how one touch can send me spiraling towards extacy.
Sometimes I don’t know myself. How someone I met on a park bench could have rooted themselves so deep in me.
I can’t say I went mad right away. He kind of snuck up on me you could say. It went from manuvering his hand into mine, to putting his jacket over my shoulders when noticing me shivering. Tucking strands of hair behind my ear, to falling asleep to the steady drum of his heart. From finding we shared the same favorite song, to arguing over my disliking the beatles. From light pecks on the cheeks, to eventually giving way to lust.
Summer was long gone, and fall was slowly settling in, meaning it all had to be over soon.
The minute Harry met my parents, a sense of dislike emenated from them, and it was all too obvious.
He wasn’t exactly clean cut clooking, but neither was I. He had deep brown, long curls that swooped over his eyebrows. A set of sometimes green, sometimes blue eyes below. They stood out due to their massive size and the way they broke through my thoughts, reading me effortlessly. Below was the most radiant smile, that when smiling, carved out two perfect holes in the side of his cheeks. He towered over me with his 5’11 frame and drove me mad anytime his fingers grazed my flesh.
The ticking of my watch breaks my thought process as I refer to it again and again. Nervousness settling in and desperation creeping out through my eyes.
I couldn’t not have him. He made me his and I made him mine. And a life worth living has his face scattered all over it.
It was kind of funny though. Because we didn’t plan it.
I was supposed to be home really, but we were just walking along the pier, and I didn’t really care because as the moon rose over us, I was just slowly releasing my inhibitions. And, when he dared me, that was as serious as it could get.
I slowly began to slide off my shoes, my pants, then my shirt following. I dared him, right then too, so he slid off his clothes, grabbed my hand in his, and we jumped.
The warm salt water tickled our flesh and our laughter bubbled over. I felt something. It was in the pit of my stomach, and I couldn’t hold it. But neither could he. Not by the look in his eye anyway. So he swam over, until there was virtually no space between us.
My legs crept over his hips slowly, enclosing his waist. His hands grazing my neck and lower back. His lips, salty sweet, brushing over mine teasingly, and I could feel his sweet breath over mine.
So as the tears form in my eyes, and the feeling in my stomach returns, I remember when they told me we were leaving, after they’d found out I snuck out. When I found this letter taped to my window asking me to meet him at our secret place, to just go, just the two of us. And how the words “I’ll be there, I promise.” ring continuously in my head.
“I promise” my mnd taunts me with his voice.
“I promise” It only hurts more.
“I promised—- I promise-d” but its not my head, and my heart picks up, as my eyes rise from his terrible hand writing, to the curls swooped over his face, and the eyes that promised, and kept it.
“Michelle, I promised.” he says once more.
And I rise from the bench, drop my bag, and his letter, and run to nestle into the embrace awaiting me. And I slowly whisper into his ear, “I know”.
“Do you remeber? I mean of course you do, it’s rather difficult to forget…
Well, that day, the one when we got lost in the city on your only day off. Only you’d lived in the city for years, so I still think back to it, wondering if it was all a part of your little plan, only cause thats when I really fell for you.
I guess it’s my fault, cause I was the one who agreed, rather it was my idea. I thought that if it was just a fling, I couldn’t exactly get hurt.
I remember watching the droplets stream gracefully down your cheeks, and when you started dancing, spinning in circles continuously, and when you pulled me into the rain to dance with you, I could tell you wanted me to kiss you, only I didn’t. I really enjoyed watching you. Your manuerisms, they always put a smile to my face you could say. Only you didn’t really know I was watching you.
But the day that will never escape my memory was the one when we actually became one-” My already shaking voice gives way and I can no longer manuver it. My words begin to slosh, so I stop.
The painful memories all rush right back in, only painful because they’re just memories, just as she is. And I hang on the verge of breaking down because the courage I’d begun with is running on low. So my eyes rise from the paper I hold in my trembling hands, slowly making their way up her long legs to where her bright pink underwear peak out through her oversized T-shirt, up her neck, her sweet neck I’ve countlessly tried to forget, but couldn’t, cause pleasure isn’t one of those feelings you easily rid of, up to the lips, who’s speant hours upon mine in an escape of all that was the world, her lips that quiver before me now. Slowly I reach my final destination, her eyes, the pair that could rupture my private thoughts with one glance, or could reveal just a bit of the love I know she still has for me with one look. Our eyes meet, and she gives a gentle nod, egging me on, and I begin again.
“The day we became one, wasn’t one out of the ordinary. We stood outside your front door, lips infinitely intertwined, making it painful to part. I didn’t want to let you go, and you didn’t want me to. Our hands slid within eachother, interlocking in an unbreakable bond. You pulled me inside your flat, after a slight struggle with the keys. You threatened to pull apart if I didn’t follow, in an easy gesture, one I quickly understood.
I wanted you more than anything, and feelings of lust and love slowly took over, as it grew increasingly painful not to have our bodies mingling within eachothers yet.
You slid your jacket off, as I did mine, shoes and bits of clothing began to litter your living room as we took to your bedroom.
Our escape from reality began once we slid under the sheets. Euphoria emenating from our hearts as heat coursed our bodies, sprouting from our core.
I slid into you promising never to leave you, as you whispered you loved me into my ear, nibbling away softly.
We slid into the night, one of pure love and embrace.
The next day it all seemed to never have happened, you reffered to it as a fling, and I became angry, not with you, but with myself, cause I’d done this, it was my idea from the start.” I pause to wipe away the hurt pouring from my eyes.
“I tried to hurt you, cause you hurt me, and I wanted it to sting you, like it stung me.
But you pulled away, as I slipped away. And now I’m here, because I don’t know who I am anymore, and I’ve gone on an endless search for someone to make me feel the way you did, rather still do. I stand here cause I love you, even though I couldn’t say it before I did, and if it counts for anything now, Racheal I love you.”
Her lips slowly curve downward as she releases a silent cry. A waterfall soon erupts from her crystal eyes.
“Why do you choose now Zayn? after I’ve already tried forgetting you?” she screams, as I lower my head in awknowlegdement of her being right, and escape her penetrating stare.
“Only it hasn’t worked.” one last tear falls from her face. My head rises instantaneously, and my arms flock around her waist, and as I promise to never let her go, her lips lock on mine, and I’ve found myself again.
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why did this make me laugh so much xD
LMFAO OMG I JUST WOKE UP MY WHOLE FAMILY FROM LAUGHING SO LOUDLY
but apparently only one pair of pants..
I’M LAUGHING LIKE A FUCKING HIPPO I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY
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