Farren May, new to New York, rents a place at 23 Cornelia Street in search of her fairytale life that she see's in movies all the time. Harry Styles has been in the city for years now, admiring whatever Greenwich Village has to offer. Extreme and in...
When I saw you in the morning You were on your way to work I bought you coffee cause I like the way you talk It's kinda funny that the things I know the name of your perfume Never dreamed be here lying next to you
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When Farren is finally by my side, I throw my arm around her shoulder as we continue to walk through the city. I don’t say much to her because when I look down at her, her mouth is open and her eyes are going back and forth so she can take in her surroundings. I don’t know if she noticed but I did slow down a little so she could appreciate it a bit more.
I don’t really know what she’s looking at because all we’re passing is buildings with an occasional mural here and there. I also think it’s interesting how she just blindly trusted me and followed me wherever I took her. I mean I guess she really doesn’t have a choice because she has no idea where she is.
I don’t plan on going back to work today, we’ll stop back so she can grab her back but there’s really no need for us to be there, it was dead today. We have about a two mile walk but it really doesn’t feel that far if you pace yourself. The place is extremely beautiful and one of the first places I visited when I came here 3 years ago. I can only imagine the look that’s gonna be on her face when she sees it.
When we get closer I take my shoulder from her arms and walk backwards from in front of her, catching her eyes so she’ll look at me. “Close your eyes New York.” I say, the nickname rolling effortlessly off my tongue at this point. Her eyebrows furrow and she’s shaking her head. “Absolutely not heartbreaker, I don’t trust you that much.” she says, looking at me as if I have three heads.
Heartbreaker? Hm.
Pretty ironic, huh?
I laugh at the nickname, throwing my head back like a little kid would. Walking behind her, I place each of my arms on either side of her shoulder and cover her eyes with my hands. “Guess we’re just gonna have to do this the hard way then, huh?” I say from behind her and I can hear her laugh as she takes a hold of my wrists but she doesn’t try to move them away.
“You’re so weird!” She nearly yells which gets some weird looks from bystanders. “She’s fine, just dramatic.” I say rolling my eyes at the people giving us concerned looks. She smacks my wrist at the comment and I let out a small “ouch”, she’s got a fucking hand on her, jesus.
“New York you’re gonna get me arrested if you keep being so dramatic.” I whisper near her ear and I can feel her cheeks grow in my palms as she laughs. “Maybe that’s the point, prison could be good for you, toughen you up a little bit.” she says as she squeezes my wrists. I roll my eyes even though she can’t see it and find myself smiling back.
I can imagine what her smile looks like right now as she laughs, the dimple she only has on one side of her smile definitely crept out and it might have been big enough for her eyes to crinkle like they sometimes tend to do.
