Hypnotic || H.S

seven

I found myself doing things I wouldn't do with a clear mindset. From throwing food at Daniel, then ditching school to now this. I took a fathomless breath, I could hear my pulse thumping in my ears. My skin feels like I just washed in extremely hot water, I was burning from the inside. The elevator doors opened, I stood still for a moment lost in my own confusion. The floor was quiet, there were no machines just coughing, laughing and some chatter. The elevator doors begin to close, I stuck my arm out to keep them from closing in on me. I didn't know if it was possible for my ribs to hurt from my heart beating so hard.

I take a step forward, then another. The walls are draped with plastic sheets, taped to the every top of the ceiling. The floor is dusty from all the dead wood they have taken out. I sneeze, quietly still observing the mess.I walk back towards Mrs. Styles's office. Whenever it came down to family, she always gave me the best advice. I knock on her door twice. Nothing.

I walk towards the main room. The mirrors are still covered with sheets, there are three men sitting down on buckets eating their lunch. Two of them are fairly larger than the third one. Their white shirts and pants are covered in different colors of paint. The smaller one wipes his mouth, "You need help?" His voice is low.

I smile nervously, "Is your boss here?" Obviously knowing the answer.

They snicker all together seeing right through me and my intentions. He speaks again, "She has been out all day." I feel their eyes shift to look behind me. I feel him. His scent lingers around me, and my lungs feel squeezed.

I turn slowly around bracing myself, this is what I came for. But I wasn't at all prepared for this.

He shouldn't have this affect on me but it's like a energy pull that attracts me to him. My body stills as I process him. He is wearing a bright pink shirt accompanying white polka dots, left with two buttons undone, rolled casually above his elbow. His hair looks so fluffy. His lips are so full, and a extra pink today. The bright pink contracts with his lightly tan skin. He doesn't have his glasses. His eyes are a dark green that is way too intense for me to handle. God, he looks so devastating to the human eye.

It's only been four days, where has he been to get such a tan? Right now it's just us in the room, nobody else is relevant to us. He stares down at me like he has been waiting for me to return.

His eyes then flicker above me to the men in the back. I watch as his lips part, "Mates, I believe supper was done a while back." His accent is hoarse, bold. I continue to stare at him, I hear the men behind me getting up, wrapping their leftovers.

Harry glances down at me, "You needed to see my mum?" His tone changes from demanding to soft. It's gentle.

"I needed to talk with her about something." The men walk our way. I take a step closer to Harry, letting the men walk by. Harry's hand touches mine as I lean away from the men. They smell like sweat, and takeout food. I turn my head the other way towards Harry's feet.

He removes his hand once they are gone. I take a step away. "I can ring for her," He says watching me. "If you'd fancy."

"Fancy?" I ask fighting a smile

One side of his mouth lifts into a facade of a smirk. I quickly flicker my eye to his cheek to witness that famous dimple deepen. "Like." He explains. I raise my eyebrow bewildered.

He smiles showing his perfect teeth, "Slang for like." His fingers tug his bottom lip.

I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Oh, no.... No, it's fine. Do you know when she'll be back?"

He sighs effortlessly looking at his watch, "It's hard to say, she thought the wallpaper that William bought was rubbish." He looks up at me again.