strangers // styles

epilogue

Harry

Noir looks at me and decides to sit, taking my breath away when she takes off her shirt and let her bikini to my sight. Her hair goes to her face because of the wind, she takes it off her face and puts it behind her ear, then looks at me and gives me a little smile, which makes me smile as well. She's so perfect.

I'm not a fan of beaches, but here I am, sitting right next to Noir, grabbing her hand, kissing her cheeks, where her three little moles are. Giving each other smiles and laughing when we see people naked (because this beach is nudist, we didn't know about it).

A tall man turn to us, I instantly put my hands on Noir's eyes so then, she won't see the little friend of that man. But it was too late. When the man walks away I get off my hands of Noir face and laugh at her expression.

She looks down and bites her bottom lip, which I think it's a cute fact of her.

I grab the bottle of wine and open it, serving for Noir and for me. We've been here in the beach for three hours, I guess. There's a good side, (a bad side for Noir),  we got here late, so she couldn't tan.

"Wanna hear some music?" I ask her, she nodded with her head and I smile. I get my headphones out of her purse and connect it to my phone.

I put one headphone on her ear and the other for me. She smiles and gets close to me, puts her head on my shoulder and I kiss her head, smelling her hair, which smells like roses. I put my arm around her and look at the sea, the waves and the sun rising.

I fell for Noir, for her big blue eyes, that I can compare now to the sea. For her short brown hair that when she dances it starts moving. For her three moles on her right cheek, that makes her seem cute. For her genuine smile, that makes me feel things I haven't in my stomach.

when I look at her,
the time stops,
when she looks at me,
my heart stops.

At the end,
we were just strangers,
looking for someone who could complete us,
and here we are,
completed.