Stella's P.O.V
takin' their time right behind my back
I sing along to the lyrics as I dance around my room, pure joy surely radiating off me in waves. I am the happiest I have been in a while, and I think it is because of harry.
you know that feeling when everything feels right, and no matter what happens you feel like it will be right forever? that's how I felt. if I was to ever lose harry, I'd be devastated. I can't even imagine what life would be like without seeing him, talking to him, or even kissing him...
I let that thought override my others, laying back on my bed and staring at the ceiling dreamily. I can't believe a man like harry would have any interest in me.
and I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget
I remember the music playing, and reach over to turn it off. harry was the only thing on my mind, and I missed him dearly. I couldn't wait for my parents to go out again so I could be with him.
harry's P.O.V
my baby girl. the only thing I had going for me anymore. I held the polaroid of her beautiful smile in my hands, pushing the typewriter aside. now that I had looked at the photo, all chances of getting anywhere with my writing had flown out the window.
I had taken the photo from the guest room's cupboard, surprised it was in there at all. I did feel a little guilty for stealing, but I'm sure if stella knew, she wouldn't mind. my cousin was supposed to help me with my book, but he was always too busy. this and that would occupy his time and apparently, nothing was worth giving up to help me.
placing the photograph on my desk, behind the typewriter but still visible to me, I decide to make an attempt. although I won't be writing my book; I will be writing about stella.
eyes; eyes blue like the ocean. warm, welcoming. comforting. when I look into them, they take me on a journey. one full of green pastures and blue skies, of quaint little homes with lace curtains, of candles and paintings of whatever comes to mind. they take me away.
lips; lips pink like petals of the daintiest flower. succulent, supple, gentle. when I kiss them, they pull me deeper into oblivion. euphoria is what I feel when our lips meet each other. her lips are my heaven, my home, my escape.
hair; hair like tendrils of the softest blonde vine, creeping down her shoulders and resting below her breasts. when I watch her locks cascading down her back, flowing freely, I wish to be tangled among them. to never be freed from an ever-tightening prison of her flowing tresses. platinum, lengthy, accents her beautiful body. her hair is what I hope to be my haven, my sanctuary, my refuge.
I lose the ability and the motivation to write as I think deeper of stella, such a beautiful princess she is. I am hoping that she is just as excited about me as I am about her, and all that I want to do is drive to her house, barge through her door, pick her up into my arms and declare my feelings for her. but that will never happen in this world we live in. never, because society pushes that an older man cannot have feelings for a younger girl, and vice-versa.
they're wrong. age does not define. if one day, it turns out that we fall in love, it will prove that age is just a number. just because I am more experienced in a lot of things, that doesn't mean stella is immature or unable to think for herself. if she didn't want to see me any longer, she would have told me and she would not have agreed to lie to her parents. to be honest, it shocked me that she would lie just for me.
but I guess that meant she had some, any, feelings for me. whether as a friend or something more, my stella felt something for me. I look around the room for something to occupy my time with, when I notice a flyer atop my bedside cabinet.
strolling over and sitting on the edge of my bed, I pick up the flyer and scan the text.
'come to the county fair -adults only! when exquisite cheese and wine is involved, children should stay home in their beds, safe and warm. hire a babysitter and come try delicate produce from our local farmers, as you sip on champagne, all in the moonlight.'
what a perfect way to see my kitten. if the grobellas were going, I'd be the one they'd call.
stella's P.O.V
the stupid county fair. every time it was on, we had to go. why couldn't I stay home? mum and pap could call harry..
"mum, do I have to come to the county fair? harry could look after me, if you called him?" I call from upstairs, hoping mum hears me. pap steps out of their bedroom and smiles.
"sweetheart, didn't you read the flyer? it's an 'adults only' county fair, so of course we'll call harry and ask him to take care of you," he says excitedly, glad for another chance to go out with mum. I am happy for a different reason; I get to see harry.
"okay, have fun! tell harry if he comes that I'll be in my room," with that, I jump back into my room and close the door, sprawling across my bed and squealing into my pillow.
I get to see harry.
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sorry it's short, I'm sick and I decided to update even if it's a small part, part two will hopefully be up tomorrow.
thankyou for reading and understanding! :)
xx
-brych
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