ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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"She was young, so full of light, and anyone will tell you she was one of the sweetest girls you'd ever meet." The priest talks at the front of the cemetery, holding his bible to his chest as family members gather around and wipe their tears while clinging on to their red roses.
Dean, Danny, Zayn, Rizzo, Harry, and I stand at the back of the group to offer our condolences, though we didn't know her well. It's a small town. You go to these things regardless, it's the right thing to do.
The back of my thin heels dig into the wet mud, looking down at the tips of my black shoes to see they're now covered in dirt. I glance over at Rizzo who's swatting at a fly as Zayn's arm rests on her lower back. Whispering something in her ear which makes her eyes light up with what appears to be excitement.
Dean and Danny are further behind, standing near a tree as the two talk back and forth, smoking a cigarette while their eyes stay glued onto the priest who's been talking for the past ten minutes.
Harry's standing right beside me, chewing on a toothpick while his green eyes are hidden by a pair of tinted shades.
His neck's also covered with a pink bandaid—I placed it there this morning when he stopped by to pick me up. I wasn't letting him come to a service like this with an upside-down cross on his body for the town to see. He already sticks out like a sore thumb.
He wasn't too fond of the idea but finally gave in when I offered to put it on instead—happily watching me with a smirk on his face as I placed the bandaid over the black ink.
"Just don't move." I whispered as I took a step closer in between his spread legs, peeling the bandaid apart until my fingertips trailed toward his neck while he sat below me on my bedsheets.
Ducking down, I placed my hand to his jaw and gently tilted his head back until his neck was exposed while the pad of my thumb traced over his inked skin. "We're only getting closer." He said in a drawn out tune while his adam's apple moved up and down and triggered the snake on his throat to slither.
Terrifying, but so fucking cool.
Harry then suddenly moved his legs, I could imagine to give me more room so I could move in closer, but because I was resting my leg against his inner thigh and I smoked a joint the minute I woke up, I nearly fell. But the second I lost a little bit of balance, Harry reached over and placed his hands on my hips.
