The sunlight hitting through the blinds to my face, I woke up and remembered what I should prepare for now. Standing up to see my reflection, a young man, lived to serve and to have ambitions and goals as a success. Since I was a kid, I was grown to be organized, a straight A student and a server in church. Never failing to do those and I'm proud of it, though I hate it when someone sees me as a perfect person. I am never perfect, not even close to it, I can't really explain why. It's not about how I look, I'm contented with what the Lord gave me but somehow, something inside me is not..complete, it's screaming for something that I don't know, that's the part of me that I don't recognise, and that's the part of me that I want to see. Here you go again. My subconscious speaks as I was flooded with thoughts on my mind, I don't think a lot at all but this thing just always drowns me.. this unique thing. I distracted myself by listening to my music while beads of cold running water pours through my skin.
The church was ended with the loud praise song from the choir. As soon as it was finished, I was dragged by Mr.June from where I was standing. "Harris, are you going somewhere important today?" He asked, I shook my head and he grinned. "Well come with me then." I obliged to follow him since I know I do not have a choice. Mr. June was one of the oldest server here, and has been close to me and my mom. He was like an uncle to me, often visits us and gives us something on holidays.
"Meet Miss Castles, yes, the one and only." Mr.June introduced, I can't help but be stunned that right in front of me is Miss Castles, she donates lots of money in charities and churches and is very well known, famous yet rare, only blurred and caught pictures of her is seen taken by stalkers and such. She doesn't really look like what I imagined her to be, I thought she was a little bit older but as to what I'm seeing right now, she looks so young. Her dark brown eyes are staring at me, her small figure is just above my chin and her smooth skin was barely covered since her clothing is too thin. I was never the one to judge someone's clothing so I didnt mind it. I was interrupted when someone put a jacket on her shoulders, she covered herself then looked at me again, like she's scanning me deeply. "Nice to meet you Miss Castles." I raised my hand up for her to shake, and she did, her smooth fingers brushes through mine. "Call me Margot." She simply replied, while turning her attention to Mr.June "you can let him come with you tomorrow. Be early, meet me here at 8 a.m." she said then instantly walked away and left. I thought she'd stay for a little but maybe she's got more stuff to do. "Why drop by if she'll be gone really quick?" I asked but Mr.June just shrugged and came closer to me, "she didn't even attended the mass, people says she's very....mysterious." he whispered. Well, indeed she is. "I thought she'd have a chit chat with us." Mr.June looks like he too wasn't expecting her to leave too soon. "Come with me tomorrow. She seems interested with you." He wiggled his eyebrows to me and I laughed at him. "I will. I assume it's a meeting?" I asked and he nodded waving me goodbye as he too left me.
"There you are!" I heard my mom call out and I jumped a little, making her giggle. "Mom. I saw Miss Castles" I told her and her face looks at me in awe. "Really?!" I smiled and she continued telling me things as to how she wants to see her too, I told her about tomorrow and she agreed to let me go, seems like she's more excited than I do.
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"She's here." Mr. June woke me up from my nap on the wooden chair. I quickly sat up and came to follow him, seeing a red car parked right in front of the church. I'm assuming that was her, and it was. We got inside and saw she wasn't the one driving, She didn't bothered to look at us from behind, instead, she just opened her phone and started typing as if we weren't there. The drive was so quiet and all I did was observe but thank God its short enough to not let the silence eat us. I think her and the driver has a thing, because of the way he looks at her, it's pure of feelings.
Their meeting was not that long but all I did was to look at her, she's just so...perfect. All they talked about is raising a charity for kids whose homeless and needs home and all. As they finished Mr.June and I stood up but she spoke unexpectedly. "I want him to stay." We both looked at each others and I raised my eyebrows confusingly. "I would like to have a small talk with him." She said again, looking at me now. Mr.June slowly understood and gave me a quick glance before speaking. "Oh, okay ma'm I'll just wait outside-" "I'll let Ricko drive you home." Not cutting off her eye contact with me, Mr.June whispered an 'okay' once again then patted my shoulder and left. I sat back to where I was sitting, and looked at her. "I didn't get to know your name, mister?" I realized that too now, so I smiled. "Harris Styles.." She nodded. "So how was the good boy life Harry?" I was confused at her question at first, what added more was her given nickname for me, but slowly I realized what she meant. I was looking for words to answer but nothing came on my mind and so I just let my mouth speak and think of a way to let go of the confusing question "It's...good. I like the nickname by the way." She sipped a cup of tea and hummed. Before putting it down and looked at me with her serious scanning eyes. "Why do you seem stumbled for words to describe it?" She asked again, this time I was at loss for words. So I just looked at her as a smirk slowly grows to her red perfect lips. "You know what I think Mr.Styles? I think you're forced to serve" I looked at her to find a hit of joke but instead, she's dead serious, she's sure of what she's saying. "Serving is something I do for years now Margot. You don't know what you're thinking about." I replied, I don't like being judged for what I do, it makes me so mad. "Serving is something you do because you want to, not because you need to, forced to or grew to do Harry." I was taken back from her words, it has this impact in me, and I'm lying if I didn't say that somehow it feels true. "I know you're hiding something, you're confused about it. I can make you see him." She spoke again, but this was more confusing.
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Lascivious (H.S. Fanfiction)
FanfictionShe belongs as one in bouquets of red roses, and still she stands out, the kind you'll be wanting to pick, but like other roses she has thorns, and to own her comes along with getting pricked. A black canvas he is, tainted with darkness, he never th...
