"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"Once I was alive and I could feel I was holding on to you And I redefined the way I looked at dawn inside of you I went down a crooked highway I went all outside the line I've been rejected, now the light has turned and I'm out of time Ain't no way I'm gonna last Hiding in the seams, I can't move the past Feel like I'm about to crash Riding on my line, keep keeping on"
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Nova
"I just don't understand why they can't throw in a whole thing of fortune cookies? I mean they've got to be the best part of the whole Chinese takeout experience. Yeah, the food's good, but just when you think you're done, you reach back into the bag, and then bam! A little odd-shaped cookie that tells you what your future holds," Louis announces through a mouth full of noodles, waving his chopsticks around in enthusiasm about the vanilla-flavored cookie. We've all just let him talk through dinner, letting him control which way the conversation flows. It seems to be more amusing that way, Louis definitely is a person who says whatever's on his mind, which happens to be the most random of things.
Both Harry and I have stayed pretty silent since being walked in on by Louis and Liam. Louis attempted to touch on what he saw, but I'm pretty sure Harry's menacing look was enough to make him shut up about it. Liam ignored what happened and just went along with it, too busy focused on the insane amount of noodles and sweet and sour chicken in the little takeout boxes. My appetite diminished just from the boys walking in unannounced, the embarrassment making it too hard for me to sit at Harry's kitchen island and act like nothing happened while eating an egg roll.
The secretive glances that Harry's been giving me throughout dinner are enough to make my hunger subside too. They're short glimpses, but the way he smirks and smiles at me as if we have a dirty little secret is enough to make my stomach fill with butterflies. I think he keeps checking to see if he can read my mood and get an idea of how I feel about what just happened.
How do I feel? I haven't kissed Harry since my birthday and that obviously blew up in my face with him telling me he couldn't stand to be around me. But here I am, with Harry, in his apartment as he takes care of me while I'm coming down from withdrawals.
This kiss just felt so natural and sincere. This time I didn't tell him to kiss me, he did it himself, which did catch me off guard I must say. It's just Harry's been so...caring and thoughtful these last couple of days. He's put up with me throwing up, my temperature changes, and my all-around irritability. I can't say he doesn't deserve some of my irritability for karma purposes, considering he has terrible mood changes himself, but he's been sweet and handling everything better than expected. Who knew he had a soft and delicate side with having a hobby in painting?
Things just seemed so intimate and inherent with him at that moment; painting on the loft floor with him, stealing looks over our artwork every so often, a soft silence filling the space between us as we scrape beautiful colors on a blank canvas. It was just romantic...I just felt so comfortable around him that I even surprised myself when I decided to paint in one of his swallows on his collarbone. I can still feel the tender touch of his paintbrush kissing my skin, returning the favor and filling in my hummingbird tattoo.
