Lolita

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Harry’s POV

I texted Lola the next day and asked if she wanted to go to lunch with me. I don’t know how drunk she was last night, but I was sober enough to know that I really wanted her. I wanted her touch, I wanted to be the reason for her cute giggle which I stayed up half the night dreaming about. I wanted to be the reason she blushed when I’d call her beautiful. I wanted to be the reason for her smile, for her skin heart to beat with love, for her eyes to be filled with lust and happiness.

So I took her out for lunch. We went to a small café downtown by the village, where the sun was up bright in the sky and the air was warm. She was wearing a cute baby blue sundress that made her skin look even more tan. Her hair was in the same soft clean waves and she still smelt the same. Her makeup was light, with some eye shadow and mascara. She didn’t need much, I could already tell. She was a natural beaut.

“So how was the rest of your night?” She asked as we sat down in the chairs of the small table.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, honest. You really are beautiful, Lola.”

She shakes her head, bringing the straw to her water the waitress already brought us, up to her lips and taking a sip. She took the lemon out of the side of the glass and squeezed it into hers before dropping it into her water.

“Can I have your lemon?” She suddenly asked, avoiding my compliment. The question made me laugh, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, looking out the window as I chuckled at her random question.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you I swear. Don’t be embarrassed baby. My lemon is all yours.” She glanced back up at me, a light laugh falling from her lips as she leaned over and took the lemon from the side of my glass.

“Thanks.”

“For the lemon? Or the compliment?”

She shrugged. “Both, I perhaps.” Then she shook her head and laughed. “What’s with you and all your compliments?”

“What’s with you and your lemon obsession?” I countered, cocking an eyebrow.

“I don’t have an obsession!” She defended herself. “I just think water is a bit plain sometimes. I mean, they do give you a lemon for a reason.”

“I’m sure you have lemon shaped pillows at home. Maybe even lemon shaped bars of soap! That smell like lemon!” I teased her, causing her to shake her head and snort.

“That’s real funny. Jeez, I’ll never ask for your lemon again if this is what you’ll do every time.”

“I’m only teasing, Lolita. It’s okay.”

She rolled her eyes, taking another sip of water before turning her gaze to me.

“So where are you from in England?” She questions, her dreamy voice causing me to close my eyes for a second and let her question repeat in my mind.

“From Holmes Chapel, in Cheshire.” I told her. “I’m not sure how well you know England though.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of it. How come you’re here in America?”

“Well I’m out of the house now, and I have an apartment here so I figured I’d move in and stay for a while, you know?”

She nodded. Then I realize I’m the one supposed to be getting to know her so I turn the tables and begin asking her questions.

“My turn to ask questions.”

“I didn’t even get to ask a lot!” She pouted.

“There’s not much to me, Lo.” She was quiet for a moment.