What Lies Beneath

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SOOO OMG GUYYYYSSS! I'm in school rightith now and I am posting this... woah naughty me.

Anywayssssssss... hereith is thou secondith chapter nice and re-written just for you lovely and wonderful peepsicles. Don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT!! Alrighty, love you Homies <3

NowImustgobecauseI'mbeingyelledatbymyteacherfornotlisteningtohisstupidlecture... oops :3

P.S. - Violet's outfit is on the side ;)

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~Harry~

Never in a million years would I have thought that I could meet someone as gorgeous and playful as Isabelle just by bumping into her. I literally can't get over my luck. And here I was, heading down to the park ready for another day of fishing, for girls that is, and one just flops into my lap.

I slide my tongue over my lips, the taste of her skin still present. Heat pulsates in my veins and spreads throughout my body, pooling into my lower region as I remember her blonde head falling back onto my shoulder; her mouth in the form of a small 'o' as a sigh escaped her mouth. I groan, this is just too good to be true.

Quickly, I tug at my pants, needing more space in the front as I head off. However, instead of heading to the park like planned, I head back to my house. It's time to figure out exactly where I'll be taking Isabelle tomorrow. Hopefully, my mates will help. I pull at my pants once again, wincing. Except first, I'll have to take care of myself.

~Isabelle~

I spot Violet in a corner, huddled in on herself. She has black leggings on, a denim button up shirt, brown boots, and a couple of random bracelets on. Her dark red hair falls forward into her face as her shiny blue eyes stare at her IPhone's screen. I shake my head, chuckling to myself and hastily make my way over to the barista.

I wait impatiently in line until finally it's my turn. "Medium Caramel Cappuccino, please." I say to him. When he has my order down, I pay and he sets to work making it.

I slide to the side and wait, once again, impatiently. Eventually, my order is called out and I immediately walk closer and grab it.

Except, right when I'm about to pull it towards me, another hand wraps around my own. "Excuse me, I think this is mine." A low voice says, a strange prickling sensation in my hand, as if it's fallen asleep and is just now waking up.

I glance up at the person who spoke. His soft and kind facial structure captures my attention first. It's the type of face that you just automatically trust. My eyes slowly take in the rest of him. He has a black beanie on which covers every trace of hair, an unbuttoned gray jacket, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. He has dark blue jeans on and a pair of black Ray Bans shielding his eyes.

I flit my eyes to the coffee shops' windows to see the night's dark oppression. I look back to him; maybe he's blind? Or his eyes are really, really sensitive? Ooo, ooo, or maybe he's just a crazy weirdo! I shake my head, clearing my rambling thoughts and return my focus to what he said.

"Um, no, sorry but this is mine. I've been waiting here the whole time, watching the barista make it." I say as politely as I can, still not comprehending the whole sunglasses thing. It's almost 11 PM; who in the world wears sunglasses this late?