Salems p.o.v
I glance cautiously around the door , my hands shaking as i bend down and raise my lacrosse stick , my fingers fumble with the the handle my eyes twitching.My conscience is telling me something. Warning me of danger and deprivation.I hear faint creaks on the steps in the hallway , i raise my stick higher , regaining stiff posture and hard strength.A gun booms , I slowly back away from the door into the closet.A manly voice yelps and then just for a silent split second my heart stops.There in front of me with withering green eyes , stands Harry...AGAIN.I gasp , tightening my grip on the stick and clenching desperately for a stable structure.I am in total , uncontrollable shock until Harry shallows his head and places his warm , blossomed lips onto mine.
I screech."F*ck , f*ck , f*ck".my mind keeps repeating what have you done , kissing a killer who do you think you are. No who does he think HE is.I look up , my eyelashes wilting in questioning arrays."What was that Styles" , i question my eyes searching through his. "That Salem was my apology" he whispers.He places his unforgiving hand on my waist pleading me to bow in his glory."No Harry" , i sternly state."You just killed someone who could've been innocent and all you f*cking want is sex.Who do you think i am Harry.An escort , what a prostitute.Harry , all i want to know is who the f*ck do you think i am " i gulp waiting for his reaction.
"So thats what you think of me , huh.A womaniser. Do you read those stupid ass f*cking articles. Salem,do you listen to those stuck up sluts on the radio. Watch those high ass f*cking b*tches on tele-vision.Well Salem , i will have you know right now, that i am a... virgin".My anger eases turning to sorrow,my heart sinking and hurting for him, this poor boy who has to deal with lies everyday of his life. Then my consciousness catches up to me , roping me in.What if he is lying.Should you trust him.Is he worth it.
Harrys p.o.v
I am crazy.
No one should know the truth , that i am some young teenage dog who hasn't left his kennel.
I look at Salem , the girl that i have followed for many long and tedious months , assuring her that what i say is true.My heart pounds as i speak " Salem , will you please trust me. On this one at least ,can we get to know each other , please".She shakes her head , gazing longingly outside of the window in her bedroom."Harry , i am so sorry. For judging you too quickly , and i would love to get to know you , but i need time to register and trust myself and you before we move forward.But for now we need to deal with the major situation on our hands. The cops." she points out the window nudging her head at the many police vehicles dashed across the lawn and down the street.I look down to where her finger is leading and frown, a policeman is walking up the footpath wi†h a gun in his hand.I swoop around the corner and grasp the mans legs. Salem helps me.Together we pull him into her fathers room , placing him under the plush covers of his old bed. Salem runs to her room again , collecting makeup and medical bandage." We work hard , covering up the bullet hole and applying some weird orange stuff to the top then we run back to Salem's bedroom where she tells me her next BIG idea.
She looks at me " Okay , here's the plan." When the cop bashes the door down , Salem and i are encased in each others arms , like marble statues , we lie in her bed together , legs entwined. She signals "1 , 2 , 3" for me to close my eyes as hers drift away too.
The stairs creak as i lie there with Salem's warm body caressing mine. If only we could stay like this forever.My thoughts finally float away and i am left to sleep waiting for hell to awake me in the morning.
Leyla 16/7/15 xxxx
