blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 8 - the carnival

The entire drive I find myself entranced with everything Harry. From the subtle hint of stubble growing on his jawline to the way he has been drawing tiny, little circles on the rest between us. There's something about him that is so intriguing. His demeanor has a gravitational force of its own, and I'm afraid I'm being pulled towards it. Although, I have known him for a little over a week, I feel like I have known him for longer.

I feel the car slow down as we pull into a vacant carnival. He is silent as he turns off his truck, climbs out of it, and makes his way to my side, helping me out. The air is desolate and I grow weary of what we are doing. Seeing my look of uncertainty he asks, "Do you trust me?" staring intently at my face. Almost as if he were studying, looking for my innate response to be yes. His green eyes look intimidating as they patiently wait for my answer.

"Define trust."

How could I possibly even begin to trust someone I've known for less than a few weeks?

"And yet, you feel like you have a connection with him."

Sweeping a hand through his dark locks, he lets out a throaty chuckle.

"I think I liked you better when you were drunk."

I feel a blush creeping its way into my cheeks and I look away, embarrassed. Noticing my embarrassment he lightly grabs my jaw and says, "You're so cute."

This causes me to blush even deeper and I hear him chuckle before I am being pulled passed a sign labeled No trespassing.

He seems to get a kick out of my embarrassment.

Initially, my level of fear is uncanny. I feel as if we're going to get caught or something. I doubt he realizes how terrified I am, but am proven wrong when he stops and turns around to face me.

Closing the distance between us, his eyes are serious. His scent is intoxicatingly good and I find myself having to hold my breath on and off throughout the close proximity. A mixture of smoke, mint, and a scent that seems unique to only him.

"Okay,"

"If you can't trust me yet, trust the little voice in your head telling you this is okay. You're incredible when you let go, blue.The night at Mark's party was insane!" he finishes.

His words take me by surprise. I don't know why everything feels so harmless with him. It feels like he's slowly reshaping me and evolving my beliefs. I've never felt so compelled to chase after my own wild thoughts and independence. But now that I've finally tasted freedom, I find myself going back for more. Harry is that freedom.

"It'll make me happy if you let me a part of that again," he continues, looking down at me.

After contemplating the good and the bad, I start running - Harry's hand in mine - and head towards the biggest roller coaster here, surprising him. From behind, I hear a quick stumble and then a quick shout of glee before I feel his footsteps align with mine.

I feel as if I am in this extremely cliché teenage dream. It makes my heart flutter. At a glance, the coaster seems inoperable and my spirit dampens considerably.

However, Harry drops his hand immediately pulling apart the main control system. He looks focused with his tongue slightly out and eyebrows scrunched as he tries to figure out the wiring. Then, suddenly, the generator kicks to life. He turns around smiling at me brightly before grabbing my hand to continue further into the amusement park. He starts talking rapidly about things to do, but I'm just impressed by his speedy performance.

The carnival is much more alive now than it was mere seconds ago. The bright, flashing lights from the nearby Ferris wheel nearly blind me as I glance in its general direction. Hundreds of other small rides and mini games light up the place, while inviting the classic carnival themed song to play. The place is lit up in every direction and a childish glee takes over Harry's face. His green eyes seem even more exuberant now than ever before and I wish that I can capture the moment.