runaways || h.s

fourteen;

            She hadn’t any trouble recovering, though detox proved to be harder than she expected. But Harry was there for her for the whole time, and she found that enough a reason to get better. They talked all night for the first night she woke and he told her (after having explained how Bruno couldn’t handle everything and took off) that he couldn’t be back in London without her and ended up taking a plane back within the hour his landed. Said he stayed back, laid low, and tried not to interfere. He tried to bump in to her, multiple times, in fact, but any time he got near, he couldn’t find himself to do so. Convinced himself she was better without him. She begged to differ. But he was never really gone, not really, but he was never really there, either. She told him to never leave her again, no matter if he was never really gone.

            “I’m getting released tomorrow,” she said with her legs crossed under her.

            “I know, I’m signing the papers,” Harry responded with a witty smile.

            “Where are you going to take me, sir?” Lola said, trying to keep a serious face as she cocked her head to the left, keeping her eyes on the boy sitting across from her.

            “Hm,” he mumbled with a finger on his chin. “Haven’t decided yet. Was thinking ‘bout dropping you off at some church. All wrapped up in a blanket, too.”

            She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted while saying, “Don’t leave me with those stiffs. They won’t get my humor. And I doubt they’d let me decorate with flowers.”

            Harry laughed, even threw his head back and gripped at the wooden arms of the chair to stabilize himself. “I doubt it.”

            Lola smiled wide and her tongue flicked from her mouth to wet her dry and cracked lips. “You know,” she started. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

            “I told you I never left.”

            “I mean, I thought I’d never see you again,” she corrected herself.

            “And I never thought I’d see your bright, shining smile again. Or the petals that were always in your hair. That I’d never get the chance to touch your skin or smell your smell. Listen to your record collection. Take pictures on your Polaroid. Listen to you read on a lazy, rainy day when neither of us wants to get out of bed. Or even get tangled up under the sheets with you, just me and you.” His eyes were glued onto Lola and hers back on him. There was a faint smile on her lips and she just wanted to kiss him to make him shut up.

            “Shut up,” she said as she tugged on his shirt to pull him closer to her and she planted her lips onto his almost hungrily. Needy, even. Because she needed him. And he needed her.

            By noon the very next day, Lola had flowers in her hair and wind on her skin. She had the car window all the way down and she wanted to stick her entire body out the window to feel as much wind as she could. She let her hand move and twist any way the wind wanted.

            “Where’ve you decided to take me?” She asked as she peeked over to Harry; one hand one the wheel the other holding hers.

            “That’s a surprise,” he responded with a content smile and a small squeeze of her hand.

            “Can I guess?”

            He laughed, but shook his head. “Let it be a surprise. I think you’ll like it.”