Project Cliffside

One

As I sat on my bed, all I could hear was my parents yelling mercilessly at each other. I ran downstairs and sat on my porch step, a book in my hand, listening to the whirl of the cars hitting the wind. It was late at night, approximately midnight, so there weren't any other people around who would want to bother me or talk to me. Or so I thought. I was deep in thought fantasising about my future when I leave school when a tall man, around 6'0, came up to me and kneeled down beside me. Green eyes, brown hair. He smiled at me and his gaze wandered down my face and body. I attempted to smile back, but I definitely portrayed it as fake.

"Hey." He whispers. His voice was so... soft and soothing. He mustn't have been from Dublin, he didn't sound Irish and didn't fit with any of the stereotypes. I studied him for a moment. His smile, he had a dimple on his left cheek and his eyes glowed green like an emerald in a dark cave. After what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence, I spoke back in an attempted soft tone but failed when my strong Irish accent came through.
"Hi."
"Are you okay? It's quite cold and it's midnight, why are you out here by yourself?" He whispered back to me. I looked at the moon for a moment before turning back to him.
"I... couldn't sleep." I lied, trying to avoid the inevitable.
"Liar." I see his hand wander to touch my own, but he stops himself. I don't know if it was because he was shy or if it was intrusive.
"I'm not lying." My cheeks formed a rosy tint which always happens when I lie or when I am embarrassed. He then chuckles, that goddamn dimple showing again.
"Look, I don't know you but no..." he pauses, I guessed he was trying to figure out a way to speak. "Normal person would sit outside reading at midnight in a tank top and shorts."
"Fine, you caught me." I whisper.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He whispers back, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers together. My heart skipped a beat, which it didn't do for a long time before I met Mr Green Eyes.
"I just... I want to live near the sea but my mum won't let me move away from her."
At this point I was lying, but not as evidently. He frowns, almost sympathetically.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I..." he pauses, eventually his sentence falls short and he stops talking for a moment. "I'm Harry. And you are?"
My heart skips a beat again but I try to pretend it's not. "Oh." Is all I can manage.
"Oh?" He chuckles quietly, his stupid stupid stupid cute dimple showing.
"Felicity. Felicity Townes."
His eyebrows raise and he goes into a deep thought for a while. I hear him whisper. "Felicity. What a beautiful name."
That makes me blush. Not out of embarrassment or anxiousness but more out of... love.
"You're blushing." He says, snapping me out of my daydreams.
"Am not." I reply, my face turning as red as a ruby.
He laughs. "I think we're gonna get along just fine, Fiz."
I smile at the nickname and nod. "I think we will."