Forbidden [h.s.]

(13)

DISCLAIMER: MATURE CONTENT


The ride back home was quite interesting, they were teasing each other the whole time as if they'd known each other for the longest time, it was weird but comforting, I was zoning out the whole time though, I was hurt.

hurt because what happened keeps coming back to me, I feel like I keep reliving the moments every time I remember, plus, the hurt that I'm feeling now that I simply got rejected twice from someone I actually might be in love with, It might sound crazy but, I don't think that I'll be able to pass a day without being with him.
looking at him.

laughing with him.
admiring him.
I just can't seem to imagine a day where I don't smell his perfect scent, the one I couldn't quite put a hand on but one thing I know is that sometimes I can smell strawberries and peaches, not cologne, the manly kind of cologne, though there's still a taste of that in what he smells like.
It's kind of weird that he doesn't usually look, sound, smell or act like the traditional man that fucks anything and everything, smells like gym sweat and tobacco, and wears anything that he sees. no. he's well put together, looks stylish and grown, and acts like a teenager but also as a gentleman. 

being with him, and talking to him about anything just gives me more reasons to fall for him, because he just deserves someone to love him as I would.

"Yeah I still don't get it," Valentina said, snapping me out of my train of thoughts before I landed in the dirty station.
"get what?"    I asked, reluctant about the subject they were talking about, Val was sitting in the middle of the backseat, leaning in to be positioned between the two front seats, she looked at me,   "his position in his company"  Val said.

"I literally said I make computers and develop software for devices, what's there not to get?"  he blurted, sighing,    "you know, you guys might be academically smart but your brain does not function in reality,"   he said shaking his head, Val smacks him on the back of his head, I laughed.

"I will choose not to react cause I'm driving and I will crash if I jump you right now," he said looking at Val on his right,    "oh come on buddy! you want a piece of me?"   Val forms her knuckles in a fist, playfully punching the side of his arm.

"I'd like to see that happen,"   I said, giving Val more confidence,    "ooooh, we've got an audience as well,"   Val said looking at me, winking.

"Relax, It was a joke, I don't promote violence,"   he said giggling,  "ah shit, just like I said, PUSSAY!"  she yelled the last word, both of us giggling while Harry was rolling his eyes, finally parking in a lot.

"looks like we've arrived,"   he said looking one last time in the GPS, he turned off the car engine,  "see you ladies tomorrow,"  he said glancing at us smiling.

"Buddy, you're spending the day with us," Val said, and I could feel my heart jump in happiness, I would be the happiest if I spent the whole day with him.

"What about your dad?" I asked Val, Harry's eyes meeting mine, he smiled, I broke the eye contact and looked at V.

"Nah, he's cool, besides, he comes back home late after midnight, come on,"   Val said before putting on her backpack and getting out of the car, closing the door behind her.

"you coming?"   I asked him, he nodded and we both get out of the car.
Val started walking towards the tower in front of us, and we followed, entering the lobby, we were met by a receptionist.

"Hey there James!"  Val said and he greeted her with a smile and nod, we took a right and stood in front of the elevator as she pressed the button.

"any of you afraid of heights? I live on the 20th floor so it's pretty high."

"I don't know if I do,"  I said shrugging but a part of me was still kind of nervous, I never went that high, even on the Ferris wheel with my dad, I don't remember it being that high, it was a small one for kids.

"You don't know a lot of things honey, but I will make sure you do."  Val said squeezing my arm, I winced,   "oh sorry, I forgot, your parents are monsters."  she said in a bland tone but i could see her face turn in a furious reaction, almost as if she zoned out in her imagination and she was killing someone.

the elevator doors open for us and we entered, harry clears his throat, beginning to speak,   "but you didn't tell us what happened when they called you?"  he asked, looking to Val.

Val looks at me while I was already looking at her, she looks at Harry and he was too,  "oh me? I thought you were talking about Lol,"  she chuckles, the elevator dings as the doors open, she exits, we followed.

we walked through the marble white hallway, this place almost felt like a luxury hotel, she stopped at a door, stuck a key in it, and opened it.

"Welcome to my sweet humble home besties," she said as she entered gesturing for us to come in.

I got in and it was actually luxurious, it was all white, grey and beige furniture, it had a big balcony overlooking the city, with big glass doors.

"It's actually not humble, but it's very cozy,"  she said due to my reaction, I looked at Harry and he was unfazed, actually, impressed but not with how fancy it looked, he looked like he knew this place.

"This place looks like my penthouse in the UK, just, a little smaller,"   he looks around, feeling already comfortable enough to sit down on the couch in the middle of the reception area.

"oh 'penthouse' cool, if you were so rich why would you work as a teacher?"   she said making a face,   "I already explained that not repeating it,"  he said smiling then he suddenly falls back to a poker face.

"tell us,"  he said, she realizes she didn't say what she was supposed to, "oh yeah, that," she said, moving to sit on the chair opposite the couch, I sat next to Harry on the couch,   "they asked me if I'd seen anything, I told them exactly what I heard and saw, they asked me if it's okay to have Lola stay over for a couple of weeks until the investigation takes place,"  she said shrugging.

"a couple of weeks?"  I asked, and she nodded,  "are you sure your dad's going to be fine with that?"  I asked again.

"It's funny, I haven't told you this but yesterday over dinner, I talked to my dad about you, and what I say and he yelled at me for letting you go back home that day after school,"   she said, I smiled,   "don't smile, he actually yelled at me, and told me I was stupid for not acting fast or telling anyone, and he made some calls to an officer he knew and he asked for your details but I didn't have any, so he asked me to file a report in school and tell him once the case is opened," she said.

"wait, so you were the one who told principal Matthews that Harry and I hang out?"   I asked, kind of pissed.

"what? who said that? I didn't!"   Val raised her hands up in defense,   "I didn't even make it to the principal's office cause I saw you and..." she said but she paused, looking at me in the eyes, then looking away, oh yeah.

"and?"  Harry asked, waiting for her to continue, his face focused,    "nothing, we went in the bathroom and she showed me her new bruises,"   she said, her face kind of flushed, she probably remembered what happened next, cause of her attitude changed to a kind of stiff,   "excuse me guys, make yourself comfortable,"  she excused herself and she disappeared in a room and closed the door.

I took off my shoes, putting my legs up on the couch,  "It's very, very nice of her, making you stay here,"   he said, breaking the silence,  "I feel like, she's a real friend, someone that will take care of you,"   he continued.

"looks like you guys are a match made in heaven,"    I said, teasing him at their newly found friendship, he giggles,    "well, I actually like her a lot, she's funny, I didn't expect her to be that cool,"   he said, I shake my head in confusion,  "what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, when i approached her, she made this joke that cracked me up, and after she told me everything, we talked a lot, she actually skipped a class with me to go smoke outside and chat, we talked about you, about the whole situation, and she'd told me she intended to go to the principal and report it after the first period but you were already called in, she was worried,"  he furrowed his eyebrows when he paused, then smiled at something he remembered,    "when i told her i reported that I saw your bruises and made up a story of seeing it while you're sleeping in class,"     wait, what?     "she hugged me and thanked me for like an hour,"


"wait, you said how you saw the bruises?"   I interrupted,   "I don't know, I had to think fast and say that I saw it in class while you were sleeping and I asked to see you after class, so I can ask about your home and what's going on,"   he shrugged. 

"I said that too," I said smiling wide, knowing we kind of matched with our stories and that it was unexpected that we'd say the same story,   "really? I thought you'd get me fired for taking you home and making your strip for me,"  he said sarcastically.

"Stop, I'm just surprised that we said the same thing exactly, I could've said it in the library but we both said that you saw it in class then asked to see me after class,"   I said, giggling, he smiled at the sound of my giggle, he stands up, reaches his hand out to me,  "come on, let's breathe some fresh air, I could use it," he said and I took his hand.

we walked towards the glass door, harry dragged it to the side and we were immediately hit with the wind, it wasn't cold though, it was nice weather, you could see the sunset, the sky was a beautiful mixture of light blue and orange, we walked into the balcony, his hand still holding mine.

he let go of my hand then turn his body in my direction, his stare was intense, his hand raised up to touch my lips, brushing his thumb over the bruise,   "I'm so happy you're safe now, at least temporarily,"   he said softly, his eyes on my lips, he licked his lower lip biting on it.

"I'm so happy you're here," I said, leaning into his hand, feeling more of his touch, I closed my eyes, I raised my hand to put it over the one already touching me, I looked at him in the eyes, his green eyes were already looking into mine, holding the eye contact for a second, "Harry," I said, my heart racing.

"yes?" he said, raising his eyebrows, his lips forming a small polite smile, his hand fell to his side, he put both hands in his black jeans' pockets, I gulped, feeling my heart in my throat, my mouth was dry, my palms were sweating.

I will tell him, I will say it, I will tell him that I like him.

"I-"  I began to speak but I was interrupted by Val entering the balcony,  "I'm back,"   she said with her hands in her hoodie pocket, she smirks, looking at us evil,   "with a gift,"    she said taking out one hand out from her hoodie, holding up a perfectly rolled joint.

"you sneaky,"   he said looking at her to the side,  "I don't think I will tag along with you guys on this, don't think I can get high with a bunch of minors,"   he said smiling, I punch him in the arm.

"Hey, we're over the age of 18,"  I said, "yeah I'm actually 20 already so, grandpa, come to have a spliff with us, you won't get arrested,"   Val continued, I laughed, Harry did as well and we followed her back into the living room.

she sat on the couch in the middle, and we each sat on both her sides,    "so It goes like this, 3 puff pass, not 2 not 4, aight?"   she said, putting the joint between her lips and lighting it up.

"do you ever not get high?"   I asked, confused as to why she always had weed to smoke.
"no, my dad told me that back in Brazil, they smoked all kinds of weed and hash, him and mom, and his whole family did it, It's like a tradition to smoke weed instead of tobacco, so when I turned 15, my mom and dad, rolled me my birthday joint after the cake and smoked it with me, 3 puffs pass,"  she told the story, I could see her eyes tearing up, but she took in a drag, exhaled the smoke into a cloud, passed the joint to Harry.

"so you're almost like the Rastafarians?"    he said laughing,   "you know cause the principal ritual of Rastafari is the smoking of ganja,"   he said, looking at me, I didn't get it, neither did Val probably, cause she had the same facial expression I had.

"never mind, It's a religion in Africa that smoking weed or marijuana is a part of their religious ritual but hey, I don't blame you, I couldn't have known it myself either, I was the idiot that decided Jamaica was the place to go to for a vacation,"  he said, finally taking a puff from the joint, he took the joint away from his lips, his mouth bloated with smoke, he parted his lips so a small cloud of smoke came out but soon was vacuumed back into his mouth when he inhaled.

when I tell you, the sight of him smoking weed was not only hot but made me feel hot like the sun just entered the room, he looked at me, catching me staring at him as he took another drag, did the same thing again, his eyebrows furrowed.
He coughed a bit, passing the joint to Val,   "no, it's Lola's turn,"   she said while looking at her phone, he raised an eyebrow, looking back at me, passing me the joint.

 I took it confidently, kind of nervous though, I don't want to look like a pussy who doesn't know how to smoke weed and does it to look cool.

I put the joint between my lips, took the lighter from the table, and lit up the dead joint, the paper flaming as I took a big drag looking straight at him, but the joint between my fingers again to take it off my lips, I inhaled, smoke entering my lungs, burning it, I exhaled, my lips slightly parted, I inhaled through my nose, feeling the smoke that left my lungs re-enter my body through my nostrils.

he was looking back at me with an amused look on his face, his mouth forming a smirk, he looks down scrunching his nose, then looks back at me, his eyes meeting mine.