The Moment | hs au

Talking Body

"I noticed you sitting alone from over there," his slender and inked arm pointed to the bench where Margo watched him approach her from, "and I was wondering if you'd like some company."

"Did I look lonely to you?" She says back in a teasing manner.

"Well-I, um no." He adverts his eyes and rubs his palms together. His hair is up in a bun and she sees the edge of a tattoo peeking out from under his black shirt. She mentally questions his choice of footwear, but says nothing.

"I was just joking. Sit." Margo pats the spot next to her on the edge of the fountain and the lanky boy folds in on himself to occupy the space.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Margo."

"Margo..." He bites on, asking for a last name.

"Just Margo." She says back a bit too quickly.

"Well alright 'Just Margo,' what brings you to New York?" He asks in an attempt to make conversation. Margo smiles when he calls her Just Margo.

"I live here." She responds, pointing to the NYC tattoo on her hand inbetween her pointer finger and thumb.

"Now that tattoo makes sense." Harry says. Margo chuckles.

"What brings you here? You're not a tourist are you?" Margo asks, letting a small smile spread across her lips.

"Hell no, I live here. Well, not here here, about fifteen minutes from here. That giving, the traffic is light and there aren't any idiots about-" he sees the expression on Margo's face and drops his sentence.

"Too much?"

Margo puts her thumb and pointer finger up, a small distance between them, as if saying "just a little bit."

She smiles. Then he smiles. Then she looks away. He doesn't.

"Maybe we could hang out sometime, you seem like the kind of girl I'd like to get to know a bit more. Plus, I haven't had a proper date in years. Almost-" he stops mid sentence again, seeing the look of disappointment on Margo's face.

"My boyfriend Liam probably wouldn't like that. You seem great and all, but this can't happen." Margo puts her hands up and gives Harry an apologetic smile.

"No, no, I get it." Harry looks down at his folded hands and Margo rolls her hips so she's leaning harder against the fountain. It's quiet between them.

"Do you take pictures?" Harry asks, pathetically. The spirit has left his voice.

"No," Margo replies sarcastically, "I just bought a thousand dollar camera as a novelty item."

Harry's dimples show.

"Yeah, I do. I sell them too." Margo then says, sincere now.

"That's cool."

"Yeah."

"Well Margo, it's been the upmost pleasure, but I've got to get to work." Harry says, standing up and brushing off his jeans.

With a deep inhale, Margo says goodbye.

"I'll see you around." Harry says. After taking a few steps away, he turns and waves over his shoulder. Then he's gone.

Margo almost gets up and trails him, out of pure curiosity, but decides that wouldn't be best. Maybe she'll see him again.

Or maybe not.

With slow paces, Margo walks across the park. She doesn't take a single picture. She thinks about her conversation with Harry. She wishes she could've asked him about all his tattoos.

Suddenly, like a truck hit her back, two strong arms twist across her torso and hold her tightly. She's about to fight her attacker, until she recognizes the laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Liam, you gave me a heart attack." She huffs, pushing his arms away and turning around to face him.

His brown hair is pushes off his forehead and Margo bites her tongue when she thinks of mentioning the ever-growing monstrosity of a beard he's got on his chin. He smiles and his brown eyes twinkle.

"I didn't mean to. I was like, 'Hmmm, I recognize that fine girl walking away from me.'" He says, leaning his forehead close to hers.

She smiles and presses her forehead against his. Mind you, they're in the middle of Central Park and the wind seems to be picking up.

"What are you doing in Central Park on a dreary day like this?" Margo asks, leaning back to look him in the eyes. The distance doesn't seem to matter, because his hands still find their way around her back and rest slightly above her hips.

"Just walking through, I tried calling you but I figured you'd be out on a little adventure and," he drops his gaze to the camera hanging near her waist, "it looks like I was right."

Margo thinks that's strange. Liam would rather drop his PlayStation out his apartment window than take a leisurely stroll about New York. She doesn't press the topic.

"Yeah, sorry." She apologizes with a smile.

"I was thinking," he moves his hands further down and looks up into the passing clouds, "you and me. Tonight. Dinner at my apartment?" He looks back down and raises his eyebrows.

"Hm what time? You're cutting into my sleeping time." She laughs. He contemplates for a second, probably thinking about his video game schedule.

"Six o'clock? Wear something..." His hands move lower and Margo feels her stomach to a backflip, "nice."

"I can do that." She raises her eyes and he bends down. His lips meet hers for a just a second, but it's enough to ignite a fire that clearly won't be put out until tonight.

"I'll see you then, Margo." Liam turns and walks from back the way he came. Margo watches his until he reaches the street, where he hails a taxi.

After Margo ventures home, she has about five hours to get ready so she can make it to his apartment by six o'clock.

So of course, she starts getting ready.

She showers--again--and stands in front of her closet for twenty minutes trying to pick out an outfit.

She decides on a little black dress. It has a high neckline and it's sleeveless to show off her tattoos. She curls her short brown hair and puts her regular dark makeup around her eyes, making her grey eyes seem almost white in comparison.

At four o'clock, she's going crazy. She looks at her wall clock every five minutes. Liam wouldn't mind if she was early, right? He'd only be glad to be spending more time with her. She could even help him with dinner.

Deciding to get to Liam's apartment early, she stops to pet Peanut and grab her jacket before confidently striding outside to hail a taxi.