Radio Addict//h.s.

IV

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Please be it a dream I'm very comfortable right now.

It buzzes again.

If I don't open my eyes it will just stop buzzing and disturbing my peaceful sleep.

It stops buzzing.

I smile and take a breathe in the cool gust of wind. I fold my arms tighter on my chest and shift a little on the chair.

Buzz.

"Hello?" I say groggily and cover my mouth when a yawn escapes.

"Sir I've sent you the mails regarding information of the new recruits. Do you need anything else?" My secretary speaks through the phone as I keep my brows scrunched up.

"Uh..no nothing else. Thank you Ms. Watson. Have a good night." I stiffle another yawn and she wishes me the night too. I switch my phone off and fish it back in my pocket.

I fold my arms again on my chest and prop my crossed legs on the balcony's railing. A cool breeze runs past my body, making me sense something good about the night. Probably the comfort.

The unknown comfort that I'm obtaining by sleeping on a chair, out in my balcony as the cool air whips and laps on me. If only I had someone with me. Whom I could cuddle with in this beautiful night. Gaze at the stars with her while having nothing in particular to talk about. Who would snuggle closer to me for some heat in this cold weather.

'Coz even the stars, they, burn.

Some even fall, to, the earth.'

There's that voice.

I peel my eyes open to see her leaning her forearms on the railing as she stared up at the sky with a small smile on her face. Her long hair kept being blowed by the wind as she carelessly stared at the night sky.

She brings her hand, which holds a cigarette between her index and middle finger, closer to her lips and hollows her cheeks before letting out the grey smoke as it disappears into thin air. She sings again.

'I won't give up, on, us.

Even if the skies, get, rough.'

"You know," I say and she snaps her head in my direction, slightly surprised.

"Smoking won't really do any justice to that beautiful voice." I sit up properly as she chuckles slightly and hangs her head low before shaking it.

"I know." She nods. "But sometimes," she takes another puff and blows the ugly smoke out.

"Sometimes?" I press.

"Nicotine helps me think straight." She says.

"Really? I thought it only 'clouded' your thoughts." I smirk. She stares at me for a moment but then starts to laugh in the other.

"You're a funny lad." She says before tapping the cigarette twice to brush away the ashes.

"Trust me I'm not." I mumble to myself and look away. There settles a comfortable silence between us but I have a feeling she is looking at me. I turn to look at her, and sure enough she is looking at me.

"You're beautiful you know." She says with a small smile and it's my turn to hang my head low and shake it.

"Never been told otherwise, but that's the last thing I care about."

"Why?"

"Because," I run my tongue on the inside of my cheek. "I don't have someone for myself."

She chuckles and pushes the cigarette my way, walking closer to the end of her balcony. I stand up and walk closer too. There's only an arm's distance between our balconies so it isn't hard enough for me to take the cigarette from her hand. I stare at it and notice a pink tint on the orange end. I smile slightly.

"Just see if Nicotine helps you too." She says and I hesitantly bring it upto my lips. I slowly drag in a breathe and in a split second, I start coughing my life out.

She starts to laugh and extends her arm for me to give her the cigarette. When my coughs cease, I extend in towards her but before she could take it, I throw it away.

"Hey!" She exclaims, probably offended by my actions. I wipe away the tears that were caused by the stupid element.

"There's someone who cares about you. Stop smoking for their sake." I say as she keeps staring at me blankly.

"A little advice for you too," she smirks at me. "That someone of yours will break your heart. Save it for yourself."

"But hearts are meant to be broken. Just like promises." I say as she pulls away from the railing and shoves a hand in her sweatpants.

"Neither promises," she takes out another cigarette from the pack before sticking it between her lips. "Nor hearts deserve to be broken, Harry."