Wanderlust

chapter 2

chapter 2 

Paris-

I walked down the streets of Ireland, although it was cold the area gave me this type of warm happy feeling. I was going out for my run, my music blasted through my headphones. Although I may have left my luxorious life back in Rosecrea, I kept all of my nice clothes and my iPod. High for This by: The Weeknd began to play. Then I decided to stop, this song brang back to many memories, bad ones.

Open your hand

Take a glass

Don't be scared

I'm right here

Even though you don't roll

Trust me girl

You wanna be high for this 

Trying to hit the pause button, the damn iPod wouldn't work. My hands began to tremble, lips started to quiver. 

You're not going to have a mental breakdown infront of everyone, I thought. The song finally stopped, sighing I walked back to the Motel. I walked to the front office about to talk to Maura, but a man with curly hair, blocked my way. Trying to keep out of sight I tried to walk out of the room but curiosity got the best of me.

"She sounds lovely Momma Maura." He spoke. His voice was deep and smooth. Although, I didn't hear a Irish accent, it was more of a British one.

"Oh but she is, she's so sweet. The poor girl has been through enough already." she responed.

Was Maura talking about me?

"So what gift do you think I should buy her?" he asked mischeviously.

"Calm down lad. I haven't known her that long." she chuckled.

"Sorry I'm just really exci-" he was cut off.

"Buy her prefume from a fancy store, and maybe a jacket. She seems to like those a lot."

"I though you said you didn't know her that long." he quizzed.

"Just observations, you can go talk to her if you want to." she laughed.

"I think I just saw her leave she looked liked she was going out for a run."

Then I decided to make an appearance.

"Hello Maura!" I chirped. 

"Oh, hello doll." she smiled.

As I was about to walk out of the room, a rough hand grabbed my wrist lightly. I looked up and saw the man with curly hair and forest green eyes.

 "Hello, my name is Harry." he spoke his voice smoth and deep.

I was caught in his gaze to even notice what he was asking.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"I asked if you were from around here." he asked.

"Oh ha. No. Yes. Y-yes I'm from Ireland, b-but not from this town. I um, come from Rosecrea, not Mullingar." I breathed. 

"What's ya'name love?" he asked.

"P-paris." I stuttered, his intense stare intimidated me to the fullst.

"Peculiar name, but certainly for a beautiful girl." I smiled and looked down.

"Would you like to get some tea?" he asked.

 "Sure." I smlied.

"Well, let's go."

"Can I change first?" I asked grinning.

"Oh yeah, um go ahead." he chuckled.

"Righhht." I dragged out awkwardly.

Running to my room I put on a graphic tee, and some skinny jeans. Making sure to put deodorant and combing my hair. Lacing up my sneakers, and putting on my lucky black bracelet I began to head out the door. As I saw Harry outside holding a fag in his hand, I smiled.

"That was fast." he muttered

"Yeah, didn't want to keep you waiting." I smiled.

"Do you not like smoke?" he asked.

"No, I smoke myself actually." I chuckled.

"Oh shoot, I would give you one, but I don't have anymore." he frowned.

"Ahh, it's okay I-"

Before I knew it smoke hit my face, I inhaled it in through my nostrils, eventually exhaling it, I smiled. 

"Second hand smoker eh?" he chuckled, "I heard you could die from that."

"Well, we were all to born to die weren't we?" I winked.

"I guess." he shrugged, "Les'go."

"Okay." I smlied.

Grabbing his hand I quickly pulled back realizing what I just did.

"Sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"S'okay, I kinda wanted hold yours too." he smiled sheepishly.

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Looking around the small tea shop, I felt warm and cozy. Safe, if it was even possible, with Harry's hand in mine I felt safe, and secure. the tea was amazing and Harry was the only person I could focus on right now. There was a comfortable silence between us, mezmerized my his eye I had nothing to say.

As I saw Harry pull away- that put a huge frown on my face- then comparing the size of our hands. My hand barely reached the middle of his fingers. He eventually interwined them again, and smiled. Slowly leaning in close enough to for his face to reach my ear. 

"It was nice meeting you, Paris. Until next time." he whispered kissing my cheek softly. Then getting up and he walked away. Just like that. He was gone. 

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Harry is in, little cheeky self.

Picture/Video. I love that song btw.

Until, next time my friends.

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