- Chocolate
Author: Me (2015)
Summary: She's like a cigarette and Harry's the fire that ignites her love.
-:-:-:-"Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest."
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Her mind raced, along with her heart as she eyed the beautiful green-eyed man by her bedroom window. His lips were wrapped around a cigarette and he towered over the city as he released each puff of smoke between sips. The flimsy material of her bed sheets hung loosely around his hips, causing her to bite her lip at the sight of his well defined v-lines and beautiful tattoos.She looked down at her bare legs and shivered, reaching down to pull the duvet over herself as she quietly laid back. Harry remained silent as he turned at the sound of the bed rustling.
"Get up." He ordered immediately, as Ariana frowned.
"What?" She asked nervously, too afraid to meet his eyes.
"I don't need to repeat myself. We're going out." He simply stated as he walked towards his black jeans which were hung by her desk chair.
Ariana frowned even further, confused by his sudden instructions. "But it's almost two in the morning." She claimed.
Harry's muscles tensed as he redressed himself. Knowing she wouldn't get another word out of him, she decided to do as he said. She hated it when they'd argue; usually it would be one-sided and consisted of Harry blaming her for various things. She decided on a pair of dark washed jeans and a black knitted sweater.
Harry sat quietly at the edge of her bed as he followed her every motion with clouded eyes. He watched as little by little, his view of her smooth, sun kissed skin was covered by the dark clothing. She remained still as she felt his eyes watching her.
"What?" She asked, slightly worried by his intense stare.
Harry brought the cigarette back to his lips as he stood up. He towered over her small frame and he adored the way she looked at him with doe eyes; naive and full of curiosity. His pupils began to dilate with every intake of the toxic smoke.
"Beautiful." He whispered, lips attaching to her forehead as he brushed strands of her hair over her shoulder.
"Mine." He whispered, fingers tracing the marks that he left on her neck.
Ariana felt her heart flutter by his words and in the moment of feeling the warmth of his breath brush against her cheek, she boldly took the cigarette from his fingers and placed it between her lips.
Harry pulled back and watched as she easily blew the smoke out, the white cloud brushing against his face which caused him to jump back slightly. She let out a light giggle and blinked up at her man who swatted the air dramatically. At the sweet sound of her laughter, his lips pursed into a smile as he took the cigarette from her again."Hey get your own." He teased, bringing it back to his lips before taking her small hand in his larger one.
She gave into the warmth and held his hand tightly as they walked out into the night. As they descended down the dark road, Harry kept his eyes mostly on the dim light ahead of them both; a streetlight most likely, or the headlights of a car. He held his cigarette between two fingers, but in his free hand he held Ariana's which he favoured between the two.
"Are you cold?" Harry asked against his scarf as he glanced at Ariana. She looked up at him from hooded eyes, tears wetting her cheeks from the cold as she shrugged. "A little but I'm fine." She insisted.
Harry's eyes dropped to the dark petticoat she wore, similar to his and frowned. It was all she wore, and in comparison to his scarf and beanie she looked seconds away from becoming an icicle. Without speaking, Harry stopped the two of them.
"What are you doing? Harry-"
Ariana's words were muffled against Harry's scarf as he wrapped it around her neck. He proceeded to pull her hood over her head before leaning down to kiss her chapped lips. He pulled back without another word and took her hand in his again. As they continued down the dark road, Harry found himself glancing at Ariana at times when she was too quiet. He was making sure he wasn't losing her all over again. Soon the dim lights came to an end, and all that was left in his sight was a small diner on the side of the road.
"Let's go." He murmured, tugging Ariana to pace quicker as he jogged towards the doors.
As they entered, they were met with instant warmth. Ariana felt her stomach curl with hunger as she inhaled the sweet scent of food. Unfortunately, she soon noticed that the diner was rather packed. Harry and her would have to go somewhere else. She began to pull him away but Harry merely stepped from her grasp and towards a table in the back. Her eyes widened at his stride, and if she wasn't so in love with the man she would have stopped him but out of her weakness; that fear, she let him do as he pleased.
She apologized to the poor young couple who were forced to leave by one of Harry's tantrums. They looked at her wickedly, as with Harry who bitterly motioned for Ariana to join him. He could see the couple trying to convince Ariana to not go to him and he knew after what he did, she would. He didn't want her to. The two sat in silence, eyes meeting anything but each other's as their current situation unfolded before them yet again. Her eyes watered at what she knew they were about to do.
Harry noticed her sadness and frowned. "I don't deserve your tears."
"I don't deserve your love." He continued.
He reached for her hands and confided in the warmth they provided. He would miss this warmth. He would miss her. Breathing sharply he met her intense gaze, his expression remaining emotionless as he pushed her long hair away from her face. He staggered as he realized she was crying.
"Ariana please," he whispered. "Don't make this difficult."
"I love you." She whispered, looking into his eyes as if she was searching for an answer. "I chose to be with you Harry, and I will always choose you. I'm yours remember?"
Harry's lips twitched and he nodded. "Mine." He sighed heavily, looking away from her doe eyes knowing they were a weakness of his. "But I can't give you what you want. Look at you. Such a beauty shouldn't be wasted on a beast like me."
Ariana remained silent and watched as Harry reached into his jacket and pulled out his box of cigarettes. They weren't his blunts, she knew that so she was confused as he pulled out a pearl white cigarette, unlit and perfectly rolled.
"This is you." He said. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. "This is me." He flicked his thumb and the light flickered before licking the end of the cigarette. Smoke escaped and the two watched as the cigarette burned.
"Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest." He explained as the two watched the burning end of the cigarette turn black. "And like this cigarette, love ends eventually. It's just a word, lacks substance to last. It isn't real. Not to me at least."
Ariana's heart broke even further. If it hadn't been shattered by now. She knew the risks of falling for a man who did not believe in love. She didn't want to face the consequences but it seemed to her this was it.
"You could have just told me you didn't love me back." She whispered, wiping the falling tears that poured down her cheeks as she quickly stood up and raced to the door. The cold of the night hit her with a gust of wind, blowing away the scarf that was loose around her neck.
Without notice, she ran down the dirt road, following the dim lights without breaking her stride. And she laughed as she passed by street sign after street sign, because she knew she was finally escaping what she's wanted to escape for so long.
But she frowned as her chest tightened and another gust of wind hit her. She slowed down to a stop before her eyes became cloudy and with one last breath she staggered and fell onto her side. The last she thing she saw were bright lights before she was engulfed in complete darkness.
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