Two Visions

Chapter 8

I put my hand on the doorknob and I can hear her crying. I decide to knock first, she asks who it is, and opens the door when she hears my name. In the next moment, my stomach is filled with butterflies. They’re flying around in there like crazy as her lips touch mine. She is not even gentle as I imagined her to be; she pushes me against the door, and her tongue is like a tornado inside my mouth. Her sweet breath fills my mouth along with her tongue and wounds the butterflies up. It doesn’t feel like the last time we kissed, but right now I really don’t care. She starts pushing me towards her bed, and I can finally take in the room; it is big with two white walls, as the floor, and the other two walls are just windows that have seats in them. All the details and furniture are all black, and there are frames on the walls containing black and white photographs I assume she has taken. I can’t help but think her room depicts her in some way; it’s very tidy and organized, and all the black and white reminds me of the way she described her opinion about the world, which keeps appearing in my mind. I don’t get to study the room any further as she lays me on top of her. I support my weight by my elbow while my other hand is holding her back and we start kissing again. I grab her hair and she is trying to unbutton my red plaid shirt.

“Leah…” I stop her. What? Am I actually stopping her? I She pulls herself up, straightens her back and put her legs in a cross as she sits on the black bed. She puts her hair into a perfect position again and looks ashamed by her actions.

“Did I… Did I do something wrong?” Her words make my heart break, and I can feel the doleful look on her face. So this is a first for her? I would love to be her first, but it doesn’t feel right.

“No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just think you should wait, and not do it because you are feeling angry or sad about something.” I’m doing a great job supporting her, but I really just want to rip that dreamy, white-laced dress off of her sexy body. She looks away, and I spot a tear in the corner of her eye.

“Hey…” I reach out and touch the silky skin of her arm. I stroke her arm and she is still looking away, but she doesn’t remove my hand. I walk around the bed and sit behind her on the bed, leaning against the headboard with her lying in my arms. I love this feeling, I want to hold her in my arms forever and never release her. I detect the movements she’s making while she’s crying silently. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, hoping that I didn’t ruin her life.

“It’s just all this happening in one day. You… and my mother… she... she..”

“Shh… it’s okay.” I start stroking her again. I am desperate to hear about her life, but I know it will hurt to tell me, so I just let her mind wander in the beautiful way she lets it. I hope my touch feels as good to her as her touch feels to me. I take in her smell; it’s so sweet and fresh. The scent of her fills my lungs and I will never forget it. After what seem like hours, yet just minutes, I feel her breath finally relax.

“Leah…” I whisper. There is no reply, and I assume she is asleep. I carefully lift her next to me on the bed, and reach for the blanket at the end of the bed and tuck her in. She doesn’t wake up, and I take a minute to take all of her angelic presence in. After a while, I slowly move out of the room and reach for the doorknob, yet again.

“Harry? I’m sorry and thank you.” She whispers and goes back to sleep. The words hit me, and I can’t help but think that this is the first time ever I have snuck out of a girl’s room without sleeping with her. She has changed me in some way, she makes me feel crazy, but it’s all worth it.

When I walk into the frat house, I can see Liam with a blonde girl on his lap. They’re just talking so I decide to walk over to them. I sink onto the couch and watch all of the empty red cups on the table in front of us. Some of them are on the floor, spilled. 

“Another party, huh?” I ask. The blonde girl looks in my direction and nods. Her looks are so natural; she has light blonde hair, a big smile and blue eyes with a green-yellowish color to them.

“I’m Ivy” she says, still smiling. I glance over at Liam, giving him my “dude, she is hot”- look without being too obvious. I look back at the total mess that has been created, and I can't imagine how long it will take to clean it up.

“I’m Harry, nice to meet you.” 

“Where have you been tonight? I didn’t see you at the party?” Liam asks me, and I wonder if I’ll manage to tell him what happened tonight.

// HI GUYS. I told you that I'll be adding cast tonight, and I will stick to my promise. I do feel that I have to explain them to you though, so you get kinda the same vision as I do. 

I picture Leah as Demi Lovato when she had long, blonde hair (without the pink ends). I imagine Leah to be a little more curvier than Demi, as you probably already guessed from the way Harry described her.

I see Harry as how he looks right now, with his hair, clothes and tattoos; NOT as "fetus Harry" haha. Same goes for Liam. I picture Hannah as Nina Dobrev from Vampire Diaries, just with blue eyes and higlights in her hair. The other characters are pretty similar to what they look like in pictures/movies/shows.

I'm so excited, and I've been all day, cause I got tickets for the concert in Houston! Are y'all going to a One Direction concert next year? Tell me in a comment below! I love that you're commenting and voting (some of you, at least haha), so please keep doing it or start doing it! :-) I really appreciate it, and it makes me so much more motivated to write. Also, please share and keep reading! You put a smile on my face.

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