"Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." Paul Gauguin
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*Play Wait by M83*
HARRY'S POV:
"I understand that Oakley. But London is also my home, I have my family there" I try to reason, our conversation turning to be a big argument.
We never argue. We always have calm and collected conversations. But I guess something within both of us just, exploded.
The lightning and thunder shakes the ground, the rain making it hard to see anything out side.
"I know. But L.A is my home. I came here with barely anything for a reason. I feel like I just would fail if I leave. All the things those kids I was in foster care with said, would be true. All the things Ian said would be true" She yells over the thunder.
Lighting strikes, the house lighting up briefly. The small lamp we have on in the living area only doing so much.
"You know that's not true. Nothing they said about you is the truth and you know that" I argue.
"It will be if I leave! Visiting is one thing, but moving?" Her voice gets louder the longer she goes on, making me flinch. Not being used to her volume.
"There will be so many more opportunities for both you and me, Lee!"
"Los Angeles is my home Harry" she says softly, shaking her head and turning away.
"Where are you going?" I ask, noticing she's walking towards the door.
She grabs her keys, turning back to look at me.
"I don't know!" she exclaims. The door opens, the sounds of the storm getting louder.
"Oakley!" And with that, she leaves. Slamming the door behind her.
"Fuck!" I yell into the nothingness, slamming my hand on the wall and trudging upstairs.
OAKLEY'S POV:
The road is hard to see. I don't even know why I left.
We never argue, but when he talked about wanting to move to London, something inside me just...exploded.
The volume of our voices was to much. Bringing me back to old memories I have tried so hard to forget.
My phone rings, distracting me from the horrible road conditions.
"Hello?" I put the phone on speaker, not bothering to see who called.
"Baby, Im sorry. We can stay, just please come home." I hear Harry's distressed voice, my heart breaking at how worried he sounds.
"I don't know if I can babe. The roads are so bad" I say, genuinely scared. I can't see a damn thing.
"Well, tell me where you are and I'll come get you." He says, making me smile at how thoughtful he is.
I nod, focusing my attention on the road, looking for any street signs.
I notice a green sign saying 'Angel Creek.'
"I'm coming up on Angel creek, the bridge" I tell him. I hear shuffling in the background, then keys jingling.
"Okay, I'm coming to get you-"
He gets cut off, the rest of his words sounding choppy.
"What?" I say into the phone.
"I'm- to- you."
YOU ARE READING
Colors//H.S
RomanceOakley Joan Adam's is a 24 year old women living as an event painter in L.A. She paints for weddings, for small company's and on windows. She paints to calm her self down, to express her emotions through color. She was all alone her whole life until...
