The Races : HS

chapter four | strawberry

and as the years went on, things got more difficult-
we were faced with more challenges

Harry

I watched out of the window as sun set behind a couple of trees in the distance. The smell of cheap cigars from the kitchen filled my nostrils and juke music flooded my ear drums.

"Say we play another hand before I leave, yeah?" A voice called from the living room.

"Give it up Z, you're already 20 in the hole," Another cackled.

I made my way into the living room and sat down on the couch beside my friend, who reeked of beer and cigarettes. Both Louis and Zayn were drunk as fools and I wasn't about to take them home, I might've missed my chance to see Lana.

After finally getting the two drunkards out of my house I decided to check and see if Lana's parents were gone, and to my pleasure they were. Before leaving I glanced at the clock to see how long I'd have Before Diana got home. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

I pressed my ear against the wooden door before knocking. I could hear Lana singing to herself. She could hold a tune. I listened to her soft voice for a few more seconds before knocking, every thing she did, she did it so sweetly. Her singing stopped almost instantly after I had knocked.

"Who is it?" Her smaller voice peeped.

"Take a guess?"

I could hear her chuckle quickly as the door opened. She smiled brightly at me. Over the past few weeks that we had known each other I felt myself becoming more and more attached to her, in many different ways. She began to open up to more and I really liked that too.

Nothing but erotic thoughts entered my brain when I seen her outside in her yard. She looked so angelic while she played under the sprinklers with barely any clothing covering her innocent skin. I could hardly control myself, I didn't want to control myself.

"So!" She plopped down beside of me on the couch, her warm arm touching my cooler one. "What did you bring me," She smiled twirling a rather large purple sucker inside of her mouth. She eventually pulled the sweet from her mouth, I felt my knees go weak as she pulled it past her sweet, swollen lips.

"Well, do you like toys?"

"Mmm," She hummed, never losing eye contact with me. "I love toys." It's so odd how such a small little girl, such a small little human could intimidate me as much as she did in that moment and many before.

"Here, close your eyes."

Her small fingers covered her eyes. She tapped her brow bone quickly becoming full of impatience and energy.

I studied her smaller body for a minute before taking the box from behind my back. I watched as a smile began to take place on her lips; the same lips that were once accompanied by the large purple sucker from earlier. I placed the cream colored box on her lap. I watched as her hands instantly dropped from her eyes to the box. She put the box close to her ear and shook it before tearing the sheer cranberry colored ribbon off.

Lana

I didn't exactly know what it was but it was so beautiful. I had never seen or had anything like this. "What is this?" I asked as I marveled at the small box.

"Open it." He chuckled. It's golden edges glistened. Faint twinkling music spewed from the box as I opened it. "It's a music box, I know how much you love music." My fingers traveled and traced every inch of the small box. My curious eyes landed on a small note that was folded and laid against a pink silky wall of the tiny box. "Don't read that yet, I'll tell you when to read it."

Harry

"I love it, I've never seen anything like it." She smiled holding the it to her chest.

She sat the gift on the floor and moved close towards me. Her hair smelled of cooling white strawberry shampoo and that instantly became my favorite smell. She took a large sigh and rested her head on my shoulder.

Without thinking my actions through, I pulled her onto my lap. She giggled and scooted closer to my chest, the friction introduced from the part of her I craved the most made my man hood twitch.

Her cool lips traced my jawline, eventually stopping on my cheek. "I really love it, no one has ever gotten me anything like that before."

No one had ever made me want something so badly like that before.

She grabbed my face with both hands and I never protested against it. She attached her parted lips to mine, holding them there for a second. She was so innocent and inexperienced, it was just what I wanted.

After a few seconds I decided to take control and deepen the kiss. Her tongue swiped across my bottom lip as she pressed her hips further on mine. In that moment I knew she was all I wanted. My hands traveled to her blouse. Her breaths became stressed as I cup her breasts. Her nipples harderned under my touch.

"Don't look," She mumbled watching my fingers undo the buttons on her blouse.

"You're beautiful." I breathed as I moved the fabric away, freeing her breasts.

"Touch me," She pleaded, grabbing a hold of my wrist.

"I can't do this."

Her eyes fell apon me. "But, I thought you wanted this?"

"I do, I really do," And I wasn't lying, I wanted her so badly. I needed her so badly. I needed to feel her, but I couldn't. I knew she wasn't ready, even though I was more than ready.

"You don't have to lie, I shouldn't have done that. I really feel stupid, I-I'm sorry, you should go." Tears formed in her eyes and my heart broke.

"I'm not lying, you're not ready and I don't want to push you to do anything. I'd be one lucky man, but it's just not the right time."

As much as I didn't want to leave her, I had to. I knew that Diana would be home soon. I feel like a shitty person for doing this to her, I'm just so unhappy with her. I knew that if I stopped being with her I'd have hell to pay and I wasn't ready for that just yet. I just hope maybe she'll leave me before I leave her. I guess she'd just rather see me unhappy with her versus happy alone or with another person.

"Don't leave," She sighed, laying her head against my chest. "I'm lonely without you." She mumbled, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

She gave me a feeling that I hadn't felt forever.

Dear Diary, 05/15/45

I really like him a lot. I don't know what to say, but when him with him I just feel important. also I'm never leaving the house without my very special music box. never, never, never.

"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

- William Shakespeare (Romeo & Juliet, 1595)