Style [H.S]

22

Audrey Smith

We had finally made it to the cliff.

As I was about to turn off the car I heard a familiar beat.

" what?" Harry says standing with the door open.

" it's my favorite song."

" what's it called."

" uh it's called style it's by Taylor swift."

" close to my last name just add an s." He laughs it off.

I slam the volume to 90 and rushed over to him. I wasted no time slamming my lips onto his. As we stood with the misty ocean air. Our lips interlocking. We could just do it. Just jump off.

" you know what else."

" what?" He says confused.

" listen."

" Youve got that long hair slicked back white t-shirt. And I got that good girl fate and a tight little skirt." I say looking up at him.

" what I don't understand." He says. His eyes were full of confusion.

" babe it's you"

" what?"

" the song its been my favorite song for years and I've been searching for someone that matches the description of the lyrics. The lyrics describe it his guys who is perfect. And I think I've found him. It's you Harry I just know it. You've got the James dean eyes, the long slicked back hair, the white shirts. Your the style. Hell baby even your last name it the title." I pour my heart out for him. Was it too much.

He was silent.

" too much?" I ask.

His soft red lips smash against mine.

" you wanna do something really stupid." He ask me out of the blue.

" Harry I'm not like you, I don't do stupid shit all the time."

" trust me"

He picks me up bridal style.

" Harry no put me down!"

" we're jumping"

His one hand takes everything out of his pockets. His wallet, phone, cigarettes. I quickly do the same.

" Harry I can't"

" too late close you eyes"

I slam the eyelids shut as I feel him back up. He runs. So fast until I feel straight wind. In a matter of 10 seconds we were drenched. He lets go of me. We both reach the surface. Gasping for air.

" what the hell" I say to him out of breath.

He swims to me.

His hands grip my waist pulling me in closer. My legs wrap around him.

He leans into my ear.

" what am I?" He whispers.

" my style"

" say it again"

" my styles."

Then I start to see drops fall onto the water. It was raining.

It got harder.

He kisses me. But not soft kisses. It was fast paced. Our mouths locked together.

" uh Harry"

" what"

" how do we get back up there" I point to the top of the cliff.

" well we climb of course."