runaways || h.s

sixteen;

It was 2:34 am and Lola couldn’t sleep. It was raining and every now and then lightening would crackle in the sky and she watched it from the window in the bedroom. She hadn’t really bothered getting up to go to the balcony to smoke, she hadn’t the energy for it. So she pulled the window open and lit a cigarette. Harry was asleep beside her, his hair going in all different directions.

At 3:47 am, Harry turned on his side and mumbled “I love you, Lo,” into his pillow. Lola closed her eyes tighter and a tear trickled down her cheek silently.

By sunrise, Harry was in the kitchen brewing coffee and Lola was wrapped in a blanket on the couch with her feet tucked beneath her. The news was running on the TV, but neither paid much mind to it, but instead to the words of Mr. Bukowski that Lola was reciting from her favorite book of poems.

“Lola,” Harry said in a voice slightly louder than a whisper as she laid her head in his lap as she read.

“Harry,” she responded, putting her book down and focussing her eyes on his mossy ones.

He smiled and she mirrored it.

“Come into the city with me today, will you?” He offered with the smile never leaving his lips.

“Of course,” she said with a similar smile, then leaned up to meet his lips with hers. “Care to share a shower with me?”

“Of course,” he said, almost mocking her with a smirk.

Two hours later, they were roaming the city hand-in-hand with smile adorning their faces. Everything seemed good and okay and peaceful for a while. Lola wasn’t thinking about the cold coursing through her veins or the evil in the back of her mind. Harry wasn’t thinking of the bad, but only the good.

“Thank you,” Lola whispered into Harry’s ear as they walked along the sidewalk among the city-goers. “Thank you for everything.”

Harry stayed silent, but the smile never left his face. He didn’t really know what she was thanking him for, nor did she have an exact thing to thank him for, but they accepted that neither of them would’ve came as far as they did without each other and they were thankful for that.

Three o’clock turned to four, and four turned to five, and they took a cab back to their apartment as the rain started up again.

Soaked to the bone, they stripped of their wet clothing as soon as they entered their home. Both naked and cold, the warmed up under the covers, kissing and mumbling loving words to each other with more meaning than either of them really realized.

“Are you up?” Harry mumbled into Lola’s collar bone.