Impulse ➳ h.s. (On hold)

05. She Seems Sad

Harry's POV

"Hey there, everything all right?" I asked quickly. "Oh by the way love, we're going to land in maybe ten minutes so buckle your belt." I state while looking her up and down. Can she possibly get any hotter?

"Thank you Harry and yes, perfectly fine."

Her smile told me not to worry, but when I looked at her eyes were they made me not quite believe her. They held such a sad emotion. Through her chocolate brown eyes all I got was blue. Blue like the ocean. But not the relaxing soft waving ocean. No, what I got was a hurricane. It was treacherous and relentless and I could tell it didn't seem like something anyone could be enjoying.

"And what does 'perfectly fine' exactly mean Jane?" I prodded further.

She turned to me slowly and the smile that was plastered across her gorgeous face slowly faded. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Suddenly I see her phone near my face. I grab a hold of it and am puzzled by what is shown.

"What's this?" I ask confused.

"That is my old locker at my former high school." she says with tears brimming the very whites of her eyes.

As I read everything written on it I can't help but feel sympathy for her. I stay quiet for a moment just analyzing the picture.

"We have now landed, you are free to un-clip your seat fastener and carefully pull out your carry-ons. Thank you for choosing American Airlines, a lovely evening to all. Buh-Bye now."

"Wait. What do they mean 'cut yourself'?" I ask while staring at her wrist. The most common place I know of that would be used then meet her eyes. First I give her the phone back and then hand her her luggage and then grab mine waiting for an answer. Swiftly she moves in front of me and pauses.

"It means I feel a certain way and have certain thoughts most people can't even begin to fathom." she says just above a whisper while a tear escapes her left eye.

Turning around and practically running away from me she disapears. I shove through the departing crowd and and scan all around for her but she's out of sight. Only leaving me with the scent of strawberries and a racing mind.

Jane's POV

What was I thinking? Why would I share such private matters with someone I barely knew. So what if he has the most captivating green eyes that remind me of a meadow, so what if his heart-shaped lipped smile seems to be so sincere, so what if he speaks slowly and with such thought one can't not be engaged, so what i-if- No. No. None of that is reasonable enough.

As always I have to scare someone away. Who wouldn't be frightened of someone who was into self mutilation?

I must have scarred poor Harry mentally. Never getting the image of a blood-stained wrist and the owner of it liking it out of his head. Isn't it great how I just fuck up everything? At least I had the decency to rush out before I gave him anymore insight on the world of the hell-bound self harmers.

Standing behind a hip-length glass barrier is the Cheauffer I had to arrange to take me to the High School. "I'll take your bags weeth me mad'am" he said very orderly.

"Merci?" I reply not sure if that's the correct term for 'Thank You'.

He nods so I'm going to go out on a limb here and say it was O.K.

Hopping in I rest my head against the window really absorbing the beauty and grunge characteristics of Parris. The street lamps add a beautiful soft glow to the still lively streets. Woman wearing shiny stilletto heels and knee-length coats despite the temperature not being cold enough are illuminated when walking under them.

I guess its the French way to dress?