Carolina And Harry

Chapter Twelve- Earth

I had spent a tremendous amount of time lounging on my semi-comfortable bed re-evaluate my life thus far.

I stayed dormant, indifferent and stiff on that sleeping aid with no thought but one.

Harry.

He swarmed my mind like a hive of bees and I has not recollection as to why I had begun thinking about him in the first place.

He was plaguing my mind minute by minute, his confusing relationship with his father and 'girlfriend baffled me but I wouldn't say I would not do the same thing.

If I had to pick and fight for my education, I most certainly would.

Education is a key aspect of life, and without it we would be reduced to blundering Neanderthals with broken and futile brains.

I stared oh so equivocally at the ceiling above me, swirly patterns like the hair at the edge of harry's nape and at the beginning of his hairline.

He was not as complex as an individual could be, but he was certainly near that point.

He was, from what I gathered, a free thinker yet Time bomb with emotions that were bottled up inside, he kept those thoughts within himself despite the part of him which yearend for a desperate release.

He did this to appease he father and relish in a life with education, which was admirable yet Unethical and he Was unintentionally scaring this girl with the memory of one of her loves, a faux replica of what could have been.

He supposedly felt nothing towards this girl but played along with this charade of a life and apparently did 'explicit' things with her as Ive been informed so graciously by Kaitlin.

Why teeter with emotions, but what if they both knew of this arrangement , compromise and are completely content with this decision, disregard the emotional connection, and play with love.

Play with cupid.

I had no idea why I was so Connected and affected by love, which I had no specialty in but I knew you should not play with it, toy with it, or dare manipulate it. love is fragile like a glass vase and you shouldn't treat it like a plastic bucket.

I guess you could say I was jealous, Not if their unrealistic love, That their parents allowed them of this torturous endeavor, and Pushed them to date. Instead of Deterring you away from it like my father.

He had my best interests at heart, but I still want the satisfaction of being able to have had someone to share my kisses with, my hugs, my trust and love.

They didn't have that.

Did anyone have that securely locked down and completely their own.

My parents did.

I quickly dropped that thought and raced to my phones playlist and played 'What a little moonlight can do' By Billie Holiday and closed my weary eyes.

Her unique voice carried me off into a land of jazz and temporary happiness while I laid in my Pj bottoms and tank top and ugly glasses.

I drifted to slowly, so smoothly into a place of sincere contentment and picked a flower in this imaginary garden but it suddenly released a hand rubbing its softness upon my stomach filling me with comfort and causing me to smile I giggled and was then it suddenly grabbed my hand and tubbed circles, waking me up.

"Ro" the voice whispered.

I huffed and kicked it in the side.

"Ow" It said a bit louder making me open my eyes.

I saw a blurry man in a white sweater and i rubbed underneath my glasses trying to make the vision clear.

"You okay?" Its deep voice pulled my out of my sleep state and I instantly familiarized its hands as the one and only boy, Harry.

"Ro?" I yawned brining his hand to my chest absentmindedly trying to scratch that area and his hand seemed to be excited and grasp my side of my breast, where my armpit was trying to tickle me.

"Yes Ro, My pet name for you." He smiled.

I instantly let go and pulled my hand away but his remained inching closer to his target.

I blushed and removed his hand to my lap, knowing where it was headed next and re adjusted my glasses, I hated tickling.

He muttered an apology that seemed more disappointed than sincere and I recollected all my memories from the day, regaining my conscience.

"You wear glasses?" He poker my neck softly and grasped my neckless in his large hands.

"Yes" I did not even mind him seeing me in this state, maybe it would repulse him into staying away from me so I wouldn't have to deal with Kaitlin.

"You look, beautiful" He commented, I noticed his eyes held a hint of some sort of excitement.

"Thanks, but I most certainly do not look remotely good like this." I sighed and he moved closer to my lap and brought his hands in my cold ones.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused and tired.

"Showing you how beautiful you are" he leaned his face in and kissed the side of my lips, just where my dimple resided and I pushed at his chest.

"I cant do that" I said sadly said.

"Why?" he looked up at me.

"Kaitlin doesn't know you are with her as an arrangement?" I asked slowly.

"No"

"So why play with her heart like that?" I laid my head on the head board.

"I know she doesn't love me, she purely dates me for reputation purposes" he pauses.

"She sleeps with other men, But feels like Im hers" He sighed.

"I cant do anything about it, we barley do anything anyways besides a kiss on the cheek in public." He explained and looked into my light eyes with his own.

"But she said you gave her that hicke-"

"A hickey?" He gasped and laughed.

"When was this?" He laughed and shook his head.

"When I came this morning to get my phone" I replied.

"Ah, I was meaning to give that back to you, I also put my number in there" He smiled.

"Wow, great" I sarcastically laughed.

"1234 is not the greatest password" He laughed.

I shivered at the memory of Kaitlin saying that.

"Can I try something, and you promise you wont get upset?" he asked spontaneously.

"Depends"

"Do you trust me?"

"Sort of"

He laughed and scooted even closer mimicking my crossed legs.

"Close your eyes" He smiled.

I complied and was left with a smile on my face.

I felt a presence close to my face and it breathed on my upper lip before attaching its lips onto my lower ones.