My Stranger

He has a face

The day has dragged to my dismay, causing my mind to think of one thing and one thing only. Harry. His name sent my mind into a frenzy, forming knots in my stomach as I imagined his face. His dark curls perfectly framing his face, cheek bones that looked like they had been sculpted by the gods. His plump lips forming a beautiful smirk, of which I would grow very fond of. But there was something missing from his angelic face. His eyes. I could not conjure his most important feature, the ones that would tell me his emotion without him speaking a single word, I longed to see his eyes, to see them change as his thoughts did. To stare at his face. To even see his face would be a start.

The bell rang to signify that the gruelling day was over; I was relieved but also strangely saddened at the fact that I had still not seen his face. Surely it can’t be that hard to find beauty in a place full of gray? I picked up my work and pens, carelessly throwing them into my bag not wanting to waste any time in exiting the school. I dashed for the classroom door, nearly knocking several people to the floor with my hasty actions. After running through the door, I was pulled into a hug by the not so patient Jess. I reciprocated her gesture, thankful that I didn’t have to go home alone. “Hey Fleur, want a lift?” she paused, taking in my small nod. “Where did you go yesterday? I saw you go towards the kitchen, and then you just vanished. I was so worried” she nudged me in the rib, awaiting my answer. The answer that I would have to make up.  I couldn’t tell her that a drunk moron hit on me, practically begging me to jump into his pants. I couldn’t tell her that I was followed into the kitchen by an extremely attractive stranger. I couldn’t tell her that he went to our college, that he knows my name, has my number and has already kissed me twice! So I did the decent thing, lie to her but only so no more questions were asked. “I felt sick, so I called my mum and went home. I’m fine; you don’t need to worry about me.” I stuttered, hoping that she would believe my little white lie. She shook her head in amusement, unsure of whether or not she should trust her friend.

We walked to the main door to leave college, passing several boys that muttered stupidly crude remarks under their breath. I was glad to be out of the confines of the old building and in the fresh air, closer to the sun. Most of my fondest memories with my mother were when we spent time in the sun. She used to plait my hair and tell me stories about forbidden love. She doesn’t really have much time for me now; she’s a lawyer for high status people, meaning she has to travel a lot to see her clients. Leaving me at home, alone. That moment I heard a faint buzzing noise coming from near Jess, it was her phone playing what ever her favourite song of the week was. Before I had time to guess the artist, Jess pulled out her phone and quickly answered it. “Hello, Mum.” She began to speak, her eyes glazed with irritation at something her mother had said. “Okay, I’ll leave now. Bye” and with that she had put the phone down, a look of confusion plastered on my face. “Sorry, Fleur. I have to pick up Toby.” She slowly spoke, pronouncing every word clearly. “That’s fine.” I quickly replied, hoping she would offer to take me home any way. “How will you get home?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing with guilt.

Just as I was about to answer, a black range rover pulled up. The vehicle stopped next to me and Jess, manoeuvring around the bystanders, ensuring to take the easiest route to me and my baffled friend. The cars windows were suddenly rolled down, exposing the driver. I stared, gauping at the man before me. His beauty was breath taking, his pink lips forming a smug looking smirk, fully aware that we were bewildered by his looks. His eyes a dark green colour, they were astonishingly bright. His curls perfectly framing his chiselled face. I took a deep breath, realising the curls were identical to those of Harry. He was Harry, he was my stranger. “She’s coming with me, aren’t you Fleur!” his question more of a statement. I had to bite my lip to prevent the sigh coming from my mouth; he wanted me to go with him, so I would. I knew I couldn’t just simply say I was busy; he wouldn’t give up that easily, I sensed that he could be very persuasive.

I removed my gaze from his face, knowing that his dark orbs would soon be searching for mine. “W-who are you” Jess shyly whispered, tugging my shoulder and holding it gently to soothe me and herself. I knew she was wary of him. I turned my head towards Jess and gave her a reassuring smile and took another deep breath before clearing me dry throat. “Y-you’re H-harry” I said, surprised that I even managed to put together an understandable sentence. I moved my eyes back to his, showing him that I was not afraid of him, more intrigued. A smile slowly began to creep on his lips, “Yep” he said popping the ‘p’. I intently watched as his lips came into contact with each other, heat began to rush to my cheeks. “Get in the car flower, we’re going out” I stood there, stunned by his words. “My name is not flower, it is Fleur. And I wont be going anywhere with you” I bit back, my tone sour. He laughed again, his head moving in the direction of me with his hands tightly clutching the steering wheel. “Oh really? Why because you have somewhere better to be? I hear that you need a lift, and here I am.” He paused; an even wider grin began to form on his lips. “Your knight in shinning armour.” His words causing my heart to flutter, he was rude and cocky, yet he made me feel wanted. “My mother said not to trust strangers” I said, proud that I had quickly thought of a witty come back. “You know my name and I know yours. Looks like we know something about each other after all.” He chuckled, he found me hilarious, like I was some kind of joke. “Get in the car Flower” he said still clutching the steering wheel, his grip tightening ever so slightly. How did he have the power over me to change my mood so instantly? “No” I retorted, my eyebrows furrowing with disgust. “Just get in the fucking car Fleur!” he shouted, his grip now so tight on the steering wheel his fingers were turning white.

I stepped towards the car, moving my face closer to his. “Say please” I teased, a grin now appearing on my face. After seeing me smile he relaxed, his grip now loosening on the steering wheel. He sighed heavily, trying to calm himself down. “Please” he muttered, his gaze leaving mine. I once again turned to Jess, pulling her into a tight hug. She stood there motionless for a moment, surprised that I had given into the mans orders. “Call me when you get home, I mean it.” Her tone resembling that of a worried mother as she wrapped her arms around my back. I gently nodded after leaving her tender embrace, beginning my short journey to the passenger side of Harry’s range rover. A small smile was on his lips causing me to bite mine to prevent the wide grin from pulling at the corners of my mouth; he was much calmer now that I had followed his orders.

As I walked past the driver’s door, it began to open. Harry slowly walking out, his body and face coming in to full view. He looked like he should be a model; his beauty was only going to waste if people did not marvel at the sight of him. I could see his long legs stride towards me, he slowly brought his giant hand to the small of my back, encouraging me forward closer to the passenger door. Neither of us spoke, however the silence was not awkward but more relaxing causing me to feel as though the whole college weren’t spectating the odd scene before their beady eyes, it was as though they were watching a lion close in on its weak, defenceless prey.

Harry soon pulled the passenger door open, his actions completely contrasting to his earlier outbursts. I climbed in quickly all too aware that harry was still standing near the door, watching me intently as I climbed into the extravagant vehicle, his eyes skimming my body making goose bumps appear on any exposed skin. I abruptly put on my seat belt to create a distraction from his burning eyes, hoping he would get the hint that I wanted him to stop looking at me. To my relief he shut the door and began to jog around the front of the car to the drivers side, he yanked on the door handle, causing it to fling open, if I didn’t know any better I would have said that he was nervous.