Chapter 14
Harry's P.O.V.
"Harry," the faint buzzing ringing in my ears. I was groggily waking up.
"Ha-rry..." the sweet tone of her voice was music to my ears. I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I felt empty and cold as she slipped her arm away from my triceps. I loved the feeling of her holding onto me.
"You've been asleep for about an hour." She told me, sitting criss cross on the cold cround. She had small bags under her eyes from sleeping as well. Also red from tears that had escaped. "It was funny, actually," she explained, picking at her cuticals. She was so beautiful, so rubinesque. I couldn't explain it. But everyone has that person where you fall in love with every single thing they do. If it be humming along to a melody, crumpling the pages in books, tapping your foot vigorously or constantly batting your eyelashes- It doesn't matter. Everything came out to be beautiful. "...the janitor had come in, and all he did was smile and shut off the light." She smiled to herself, her right dimple showing. I became more awake when I felt a light tickling sensation on my right thigh. I peered down to see Kirsten writing something on the denim with her finger. Cursive, maybe. When she met my gaze, her face flushed with heat. "Oh," she said with embarrassment. But I could only tilt my weary head and chuckle. How adorable she was. Whenever caught doing something, she would say "Oh," and her face would turn an even deeper rose color than they already were. It was the give away. "Sorry."
"No need," I mustered. I was tired, and my neck hurt from leaning against it for a solid hour or two. As if she could tell, she took her hand, her warm, soft hand, and rubbed the back of my neck. Lightly scratching the indent where it curved down. It sent me shivers, but warm shivers. She was inches from my face, and I was just so tempted to plant one on her. Feel the sparks I knew I would feel. But her gaze stayed on my neck. Her lips were tilted to a side smile, showing off some of her dazzling teeth. I was watching her in total fascination.
She really didn't notice what I noticed about her, did she? Her breathing from her nose was cooling my forearm. The way her outrageousely long eye lashes touched the tops of her eyelids. How they batted when she got shy. How her eyes were not just a plain brown. They were a glistening Amber, a rich chocolate swirl, a deep cocoa. The hearty depth of the bark of a trusty tree. How they darkened when she was serious or in pain, when she was trying to hide her emotion. How they turned bright with joy when she felt excitement. My eyes were scattering all over her face. How her hair had a natural shine, how it naturally curled at the left side of her head. Her lips so plump, the freckles on the bridge of her nose that were the delicate markings that made her who she was.
"That feel nice?" She said, meeting my gaze for a split second. She had caught me staring, and just as I expected. Her face turned beet-red, and she removed her hand. Chills crawled to my neck as nothing was there for comfort. I nodded and kept staring right at her. Bat.Bat.Bat.
"Well," She said standing up, with support from the wall. "wanna get going?"
"Let's." I told. I pushed my self off with my palms, and I heard a disturbing -crunch- as I stood up. I elected to ignore it for the time being. It was almost like a natural instinct for me to grab her hand. Kirsten immeditatly tugged away, but that only made me tighten my grip. I eventually felt her hand soften and relax. Why did I do that? But I already knew. I wanted the feeling of her soft hand against mine. It was a sign of protection. A sign that she was mine.
"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed, catching me off guard and breaking my thoughts. Instantly, a rough yank took place. She tried to force her hand out of my reach, but it was no use. I panicked, and held her hand even tighter. "Ow," She whinced. I let my hand ease a little, feeling like a monster for a nano second. Kirsten quickly shook her head, as if to say No. It did not hurt. I'm tough. "Harry, I forgot my bag outside on the wall." She explained to me. I had my eye brow furrowed and she was outside of the closet, and I was in. I stepped out to her, to feel closer. "Please let go." She looked at me with sympathy, and with discipline. It hit a nerve and made my jaw tighten. As much as it killed me, I let go.
