stars in your eyes

octo

Claire woke up from her phone loudly vibrating on her nightstand. Before she even got the chance to grab it through the dark, it vibrated itself straight off and on to the ground. Claire grumbled, turning on her bedside lamp looking over the side of her bed for the now missing phone. The only way she was able to find it was because she could still hear it buzzing underneath her bed. She quickly retrieved it, praying that it was a life and death emergency that had just woken her out of a pretty damn good slumber.

But when she saw Harry's name flash across the screen, all her hostile feelings dissipated from her body and a smile formed across her lips.

"Harry," she breathed into the receiver.

"Hi," she heard his deep voice, sounding a little too cheerful for half past midnight.

"Were you sleeping?" He asked quietly.

"Mm-hmm," she breathed airily into the phone.

"I'm sorry," he said and she could hear the hint of a smirk in his voice.

"It's okay," she told him, rubbing at her eyes.

"So, I'm sitting outside your house," he told her.

"What?" She said excitedly, sitting up quickly in her bed. Harry chuckled on the other end of the line.

"Sneak out with me," he told her.

"What? Harry..." She said quietly.

"Come on, claire. Sneak out. Come kiss me," he said, adding a very tempting reward.

"Why didn't you just sleepover tonight? It would have been easier,"Claire pointed out. It was the weekend after all.

"I dunno," he said quietly.

A whole week passed since she got on birth control. A whole week of kissing Harry in backseats and secret corners.

"Just come meet me," he pressed on.

"But..." Claire stammered.

"sinclaire..." He whined. She loved hearing him say her name like that.

"You know, you're a bad influence on me," Claire giggled into the receiver.

"But you love it," he said matter-of-factly.

"I do," she conceded, biting at her lip.

"So you'll come out?" He asked quickly.

"Fine," she agreed with a whine, throwing the blankets off of her body.

"Don't sound so enthused," he chuckled, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Shut up. I'll be down in a few minutes... I've gotta... dress and stuff," she told him.

"Okay. Bye," he said quickly, ending the phone call, not giving her any time to change her mind.

Claire scrambled out of bed and threw off her pajamas, and put on a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie over her bra and underwear. She quickly brushed her teeth before grabbing her phone and house keys. She tip-toed as quietly as possible down the stairs, praying to God she wasn't about to get caught. Once out the door she saw Harry's idling Jeep in front of the house. It was ballsy to park right outside. Anyone could look out the window and see him.

Claire ran to the car so they could get out of there as fast as they could without being seen. Once she was securely in the car, her lips immediately greeted his, feeling a sense of excitement intoxicating her.

"Hi," Harry said, smiling against her lips.

"Hi," Claire giggled, pulling back to look at his face.