Peter Pan and The Lost Boy ➸ louisandharry

Chapter Four

"Where are we going?" I asked. "Wherever our feet take us." He casually replied.

I'm walking around New York late at night with a stranger who doesn't even have a specific destination to take me to.

Is that a good thing?

You're an idiot. He could be a murderer.

Why is there a Wes inside my head?

This man couldn't be a murderer. Despite his many tattoos and the cigar stuck in between his fingers, he looked like a decent man.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

His voice sounds so melodic, it sounds like he's singing. I bet he could say a thousand swears and it would still sound like a symphony. He would make dirty words sound pretty.

"Thanks. There are a few people who tell me I have an amazing voice."

"How much of my thoughts did I say out loud?" I asked. "Just enough to make it embarrassing." He teased.

I groaned.

"Ah, here we are."

There was a small gap between two closed shops. "And where would this lead?" I asked.

"Wouldn't be an adventure if you knew. Just follow me."

"You're not going to murder me, are you?" I asked, hesitantly. He laughed.

"Do I look like a fucking psychopath?" Was that rhetorical? "Um...I—" He let out a soft hearted laugh once again.

He took my hand and I felt myself blush. I'm glad it was dark or I would've embarrassed myself further.

The gap was definitely small. I couldn't breathe and it felt like it would go on forever.

Before my lungs gave up, air finally fanned over my face. I took one deep breath, allowing my lungs to receive the air it needed.

It was the amusement park and it was closed.

"It looks better with lights." He said. His eyes sparkled, a mischievous glint gracing them. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Tame yourself, lad. You don't even know his name.

"Come on, you big giant. Let's open the lights!" He beamed and started to climb up the tall fence.

"First of all, we'll get caught and suffer a big consequence. And second, don't call me a big giant. Small giants do not exist." I pointed as matter-of-fact.

"Huh, so that's you," He said, peering down at me as I begin to climb up behind him.

I have a view of his—um...bum. Yeah, well, no shame. It's not an ugly view. In fact I want to touch—

What the bloody hell are you thinking, Harry?

"You're the kill joy." He continued. I frowned at that. "No, I'm not. I'm just saying."

He had reached the other side of the fence and had already started to climb down.

He stopped when we faced each other. "You're something, big giant."

I stared at him for a while. I can see the small stubble forming on his chin. I like the way his cheek bones are so prominent and his sharp jaw. His eyes weren't just blue. Somehow it had a tint of green. It resembled the color of the sea. It looks beautiful just like watching the sun set on the horizon.

His features seem familiar.

I didn't realize I was staring too long until he let out a lighthearted laugh and jumped off the fence.

I hurriedly climbed over, following after him.