He reminds me of the sun in a way...when he leaves, I lose my sense of warmth. Everything seems pointless unless he's there. And he leaves my lips chapped with envy.
I put my pen down to sip my coffee. I was getting too deep into this.
Danica was having another party tonight for the launch of her art. I knew Harry would be there, and that made me want to call and say I was sick. I was beginning to see how unhealthy my writing had become about him.
As soon as I arrived home, I dialed Danica's number.
"Hey! I was just about to call you-" She picked up.
"I'm afraid I've caught a really bad cold, Dani." I sniffle.
I heard her groan on the other end loudly. "Are you kidding me? I really wanted you to be there."
I huffed sadly. "I know I'm sorry. I promise I'll come to your next one."
We ended the conversation, and I plopped on the couch feeling guilty.
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My night consisted of takeout with me, myself, and I. Well, you could count Spencer Reid since I was watching him on the television.
A knock at my door startled me. I turned the volume down on the t.v. before walking over to my door and unlocking it.
The door swung open to reveal Danica and friends. They were all dressed in fancy dresses and suits with wine bottles in their hands, while I was dresses in nike pros and a sweatshirt with take out waiting for me at the coffee table.
"Since you couldn't come to the party," Danica handed me a bottle of wine, walking into my apartment, "We thought we'd bring the party to you."
Massey, Ember, and Harry followed in behind her.
"Oh...yay." I tried to sound enthusiastic.
Harry was last to step into my place, and he shut the door.
"Brinley." He smirked as we made eye contact, and I turned around to walk into the living room.
Everyone was sitting on the couch, leaving the white love seat open for me and Harry. I glared at Danica, who was already smiling innocently at me.
"Ooh, what's this?" Harry teased.
I turned around, my eyes expanding at the sight of my journal in his large hands.
"N-Nothing!" I said, grabbing it from him quickly. His hand still gripped the hard surface, making my already anxious self heat up.
"If it's nothing, then why are you acting strange about it?" He raised an eyebrow.
My eyes narrowed. He's such an asshole.
"Harry, just give it to her." Ember spoke with annoyance, her British accent matching Harry's.
Harry rolled his eyes before letting go of the book, and sitting back on the couch.
I thanked Ember silently before leaving the room to put my journal on my bed stand. I sit on the edge of my bed, taking deep breaths to try and calm my nerves.
When I approached the living room, a distinct smell lingered in the air. I scoffed and almost stomped back into the room.
"Do I smell weed?" I ask, even though a joint is clearly in Massey's hand. The smoke lifted from his mouth as I spoke. When no one answered, I just sighed. "At least open some windows..."
Hours passed and all we did was smoke. Marijuana wasn't a foreign thing to me, and clearly to these people it wasn't either.
Harry's lips opened and a cloud of smoke poured out before he handed the roll to me. I breathed in deeply, letting the harmless drug seep into my lungs. I passed the item to Ember when I aloud my own cloud to slip past my lips.
"Well, Ember and I better get going." Massey stood up after finishing the joint, "We have to get up early tomorrow."
I glanced at the clock, which read 2:13 in the morning. I had no idea time had passed so quickly.
"I should too." Danica said, standing up and slipping on her coat.
I turned to Harry, who seemed to be in a daze.
"What about you?" I asked, hoping that he had some place to be at this hour.
The door clicked shut, leaving me and Harry alone.
"I'm not needed anywhere else, as of now." He licked his lips, which would have gone unnoticed if I hadn't been looking at them.
He chuckled at my blank expression. "Don't be too upset, love."
I stood up, shaking my head trying to hide the small smile on my face. I picked up the empty boxes of Chinese and wine glasses off my coffee table, leaving Harry alone in the living room as I went into the kitchen.
The white boxes were in the trash and the glasses in the sink. The sink was beginning to over flow with a large amount of dishes.
I felt hands at my waist, making me jump and turn around.
"Fucking hell, Harry." My hands rested on the edge of the granite countertop, Harry large hands still placed above my hips.
"Watch your language, Babe." His lips murmured just under my right ear, his deep voice sending shivers through every nerve in my body.
His lips brushed over my skin as if I was fragile. His touch ghosted over me, and all I wanted to do was communicate.
"Kiss me." I nearly yell out. My hand reaches to the nape of his neck, the ends of his wavy hair tickling the pads of my fingers.
His lips closed the open space between us forcefully. It was the most beautiful death; disintegrating under the weight of his forceful kiss. Our mouths moved in such harmony, and I wouldn't want this any other way.
His lips were magical. They kissed with so much intensity that I forgot how to think - all I could think about were his damned lips.
One thing lead to another, and we were in the bedroom. My unmade-bed was a mess beneath me as his lips continued to make me fall deeper under his spell.
But i know this couldn't go any further.
I wouldn't allow this tattooed, pierced boy to use me for one night and forget about me the next morning. My heart would break and my brain would go mental.
Luckily, his phone did ring. My heart fluttered as he grunted, sounding disappointed that air had replaced my spot on his lips.
He answered quickly and didn't talk too long, but said he was needed else where.
I pulled him in for one last kiss, and he smiled into the kiss.
"See you around, Brinley." He said, leaving my room and showing himself out.
My heart was racing as I reached for my journal.
I lay where our lips had met. They collided with storm-filled energy that vibrated the night and shook loose our stagnant atmospheres... kiss me again, the universe needs to feel this.
