𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Pretty When You Cry

Don't come through, babe, you never do
Because I'm pretty when I cry
I'm pretty when I cry
I'm pretty when I cry
I'm pretty when I cry

(girlxgirl)

+mature

The dark sky shone over me like a dark curtain with stars shining through. I drove intently eyes trained to the road, hunched forward, my fingers coiled around the cool leather of the steering wheel. The soft sounds of rain thumped against the roof of my car, I listened to the silence. Not bothering to put music on.

The rain almost made a pretty sound if you listen closely enough, you could even hear a song. My eyes began to droop with tiredness, yet I kept driving.

Seeing a gas station at the next exit, I swiftly turned, I drove past a small street when I found it. Neon lights flashing against the dark sky, hesitantly I got up and filled my tank, just the way my dad taught me.

The rain fell faster now, making me shudder against my thin wind breaker. I looked around for any signs of life, besides the car in the parking lot and the cashier in the convenience store. Squinting I saw a figure standing in the dark, I could just make out a blur in the rain. They seem began to walk towards me, curious I wondered what it was.

A girl.

I gave a weak smile, when I saw the girl. She had long black hair that fell to her waist, and was wearing very short daisy dukes that resembled denim underwear, with fishnet tights under. She made miles of exposed tan skin, wearing a black lace bralette that showcased her well more endowed parts, she was rail thin, probably a eating disorder or poverty. Maybe both.

She pulled out a cigarette and set it on fire, staring at me with a devilish smirk. I knew what they called girls like her, lot lizards. "Nice car." She rasped before exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Thanks," I knew my car was far from nice, it was a second hand Toyota that resembled a black box.

"Can I have a ride?" She asked, her eyes boring holes into mine.

"Sure," I said, what danger could she possibly cause, just a female hitchhiker it slightly offended me that she didn't find me remotely dangerous, if I was a man she wouldn't even approach me, I have a knife I wanted to say.

After my tank was full, I motioned for her too enter the car. Picking up a attractive hitch hiker was never a part of my plan but that's the beauty of life isn't it?

"Thanks," she smiled, before staring out of the window, "what's your story?"

"W-what do you m-mean?" I stuttered out, cursing myself, my dad had slapped my little sister when she wanted to talk like me, I remember the harsh sneer I got from him that day and the overwhelming feeling of guilt.

"Everyone has a story," she licked her lips, almost purposefully trying to seduce me. "I feel bad, don't worry I'll pay you when we get to L.A., that is where you are going right, only a few minutes away."

"Y-yeah," I nodded my head, "s-so what's y-your story." I applauded myself for getting the last word out stutter free.

"Damn," she laughed, "I've been through a lot of shit, I ran away as a teenage girl. I mean teenage girls run away all the time, stupid, angry teenage girls. I ran away to be with my long distance boyfriend, he um turned out to be a jerk. And yeah I've been doing shit ever since, been through a lot of failed relationships and jobs. And uh yeah, I always find myself running away."

"C-cool," I said, "w-what's your name?"

"Zayn," she smiled at me, her eyeliner lined eyes smiled at me, and her soft pink lips looked so inviting. Shit, Harry get your head out of the gutter.

And before I knew it, I had told this girl everything, about my father, and my dead sister, I had told her tales that no ear had the privilege to hear.

Tears began to stream down my face, tears that had been bottled up for so long. The tears I never cried for my sister, the tears of rage for my father, and the teal

"I-Im sorry," I laughed uneasily, "it's just easy talking to a pretty face." I blushed crimson and couldn't face her.

"Don't be sorry, Harry" she held my chin and made me face her. I took notice of the small things, like her beautiful hazel eyes and lips. I leaned forward and so did she, pressing our lips together. "You're pretty when you cry."

"Maybe we should park the car," I drove to the side of the highway.

She tasted like cherries and cigarettes, she tasted good. Our tongues met and danced in perfect harmony, tongues twirling deliciously in the other mouths, tasting each other, it felt like heaven.

She pulled my hand up and brought it under her bralette, I pulled it off of her delicate frame without breaking the kiss. I pulled away just to marvel at the beautiful girl in front of me, her skin was soft and I ran my fingers tips along her breasts tweaking her nipples, which emitted pretty little moans from her lips.

In my eyes it was more than just sex, it was an exchange of vulnerability it was making love, the beautiful union of two bodies.

"You too," she pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra with ease. She looked at me, dead in the eyes, lust darkening her honey brown eyes. She took one of my nipples in her mouth, I tried not to scream.

"Fuck," I moaned, "your mouth." She looked at me, her impossibly long lashes fanned out against her sharp cheekbones. She slipped a finger into her shorts and moaned around my nipple, I felt myself soak through my panties. "Take it off."

She stopped doing what she was doing and slipped off her shorts and then her tights and then her lace thong. "Your turn."

I took off my garments and we moved into the backseat where it was more comfortable, she guided my hand into her soaking wet heat, she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling backwards as I began to pump my fingers and inserted two more fingers. "Oh my god Harry." She cried out loud, while I rubbed her clit. She unleashed her load, around my fingers.

I licked my fingers, watching her mouth hang open. She got on her knees and began to tease my clit with her tongue, I whined and she pushed her tongue into my wet hole. "Fuck you're such a good little slut, might have to keep you." I moaned before Zayn stopped and started grinding on me instead, rubbing our clits together we moaned at the delicious friction. After a few more grinds and her teasing my nipples, I came hard and shuddered through my orgasm.

"Fuck," I got up.

"That really was something," she started putting her clothes back on. I watched as she covered her beautiful body again.

She gave me one more Cherry flavored kiss, and when I dropped her off at L.A. never to be seen again.

I still had a knife and a man to kill.