SOFT SPOT// h.s

3.0 ~ How could you?

•HARRY•

I wasn't lying when I said that I didn't think she looked nice. I was being brutally honest in fact.

You see, 'nice' is such a bland word. Nice is a good and accurate word to use if you want to describe a tasty cup of coffee, or maybe a good song, but other than that, it's quite boring. So is 'pretty,' 'hot,' and 'gorgeous.' I mean none of those tasteless words can capture her fucking beauty.

She didn't look nice. She looked like art. And art wasn't supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something. In the right eyes and from the correct perspective, she looked beautiul. Her radiance made me wonder if her body had been sculpted by the gods of beauty. Her eyes didn't just look at me, they looked through me, making me feel as if I was naked and exposed as she explored the hidden depths of my soul with only one glance.

They can't explain the way her deep, chocolate brown eyes seem uninteresting at a first glance, but then if you look closely, the suns reflection creates golden rays circling a black eclipse.

Those words can't fully describe how her chestnut hair is a mystery of colours, the ginger darkening at the top of her roots and then the tips which curl inwards towards her spine, a satisfying strawberry blonde. Fuck, her curls are the worst things in the world. The way they tumble over her shoulders and cascade down her back like a waterfall, abundant of riches, it makes me crazy.

The little splashes of light brown freckles that are splattered against her porcelain, white skin over her button nose and across the tops of her cheeks, just below her eyes. The way that her pale can turn to scarlet in just a matter of seconds when I choose.

The word 'beautiful' doesn't even come close to even begin describing her radiant beauty, and maybe to everyone else she blends in with the crowd, but to me, she's like a red rose in a field full of daisies.

Holy crap, that was a whole load of deep shit, but I had to admit it was true.

Fuck, I hate what she's done to me. How she can make me crazy without even knowing it. This, this power she has over me, and she doesn't even realise.

So I stood lost in a world of my own thoughts as she stormed off, utterly oblivious to my thoughts about how I wanted to explore every inch of the temple she calls her body and how I longed for my feelings to be returned.

And then reality hit me and I remembered that this girl, has a boyfriend. No wait, a fucking fiancé. And I just didn't know how I was going to avoid a broken heart.

Because I was pretty sure I was falling for her. Fast.

"Clary!" I called after her, not taking long to catch up with her. My arms had grown tired from the weight of the bags I carried, but my legs were fine.

"What?" She snapped in annoyance. I looked helplessly at her as I noticed her eyes were the slightest bit pink.

"Were you crying?" I asked in surprise. How could not know that I thought she was the most beautiful girl ever?

"No," she replied quickly, wiping her eyes.

"Yes you were Clary," I pointed out, stepping closer to her, only to see her step back.

"I wasn't," she persisted defiantly.

I sighed with exasperation at her plain stubbornness. "Clary, how could you possibly not believe that I don't think you're beautiful?" I asked her quietly.

"You said so yourself. But whatever, I don't care," she muttered, turning on her heel, but I catch her wrist and pull her in.

I planted my lips on her neck, not caring that she slightly flinched away. "I think you should know," I murmured, "that I think you are the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And trust me, I've seen a lot of women, none of them nearly as fucking flawless as you."

I held my breath as I waited for an answer, only to be greeted with silence. We were still standing on the side of the road and I was worried that I had over done my speech to her.

"Fuck you Harry," she mumbled as her body collided with mine, wrapping her arms around my back in a hug. It was a brief embrace, but it still made me hunger for more. Speaking of hunger...

"You know, I'm starving. How about we go grab some breakfast in a diner or some place," I suggested.

She shrugged and nodded, a smile dancing on her thin lips. "Sure."

Then I took her hand in mine, interlocking our fingers, rubbing my thumb against the softness of her skin.

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This is such a filler omg sorry but if you guys get Soft Spot to 3k I'll do a double update ok haha

Okk this chapter was soo cringey sorry I don't like it at all but don't worry there is LOTS of drama coming soon!!

Drop in the ocean~ Ron Pope