ೃ⁀➷ 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...
𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 | Lou Reed 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 | Lana Del Rey 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 | The Doors
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"Holly came from Miami, F.L.A . . . "
With the sound of many crickets chirping while a Lou Reed song softly plays on the record player in the living room, I sit on the front porch with my knees pulled to my chest as I rest my head comfortably against Harry's shoulder. Gently tapping the pads of my finger against his thigh, the melody slips through the opened window behind me, while Harry looks ahead at the empty road in front of us as the streetlights buzz and flicker in a yellowish-tint.
Zap after zap, dozens of mosquitoes gather around the crooked porch light, while the shadow it creates of us on the cement takes up the small space between our cold bodies. I lightly rock my head back as I stare up at the dark blue sky above, where I'm met with hundreds of stars as the moon brings natural light down onto the man sitting beside me. With his hair a beautiful mess and a cigarette pinched between his index finger and thumb, his other arm lazily drapes over my shoulder in a comforting touch.
In the past hour, the sun has gone down, and I found myself falling with it as my feelings rise along with the moon after each silent second that passes me by. I know how I feel, how he makes me feel, yet if I were asked to describe it aloud, I wouldn't know which words to say. It's not as simple as he makes me happy, although that's true. Instead, it feels as if he has a powerful grip on me, just digging deeper and deeper into both my mind and heart, though he holds on tightly with dull nails that have yet to pierce my skin.
He's there, always. Whether that's by my side or in my head and he's yet to hurt me, despite him taking up so much space.
I gently tilt my head back down, looking at Harry beside me as my hair slips off of his arm and falls to my chest. He can sense my eyes burning into his skin, which I'm quick to notice as his once flat-lined lips curl upward into a sudden smile. Then, his head slowly turns in my direction, and he looks down with his eyes staring deeply into my own. I don't say anything, and neither does he. We both just laugh under our breaths at the small moment before we turn and face the road again as another car swiftly passes us by.
A strong breeze comes soon after with the red brake lights shining down onto the road, kissing my maroon-blushed cheeks as a shiver runs down my spine from the wind. Harry must've felt my subtle shake beneath his fingertips because he's quick to pull me closer to his side as my head falls back against his chest with ease. My lashes begin to flutter, eyes struggling to stay open as his fingers smoothly comb through the ends of my hair—and when he's finished—he places his hand firmly at the back of my neck and pulls me close before his lips meet at the top of my head.
