Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 16

"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of a Library."

The sky takes on shades of orange and pink during sunrise. I watch it quietly from the deck window as the little birds chirp flying out from their nests.
Everything is somber including the beats of my heart. There's never the one sunrise the same or one sunset the same both gives human a new hope. A brand new happiness to tell him to go feverish this one. But humans are so engulfed in self-business never said a thank you. I draw a deep sigh leaving my longtaken position. The only Sunday without a before Saturday party. It's peaceful today no rushing or barging to classes. I put on my fleets and keeping my hair in a ponytail.

The path scrunchy beneath my feet as I pass the trees getting yellow due to the morning sunlight. I enhale smell of fresh leafs and mud, continuing my little walk to library.

Welcomed with aura of old books and wood as I enter the library. The tranquil deamnour soothing my every nerve. The strong scent which drives me crazy. I roam the library the walls lined up with bookshelves my heart taking frenzied leaps as the rough novels kisses the skin of my fingers. The authors I'm fond of Austen Jane, Charles Dickens, Emily Brontnë, Virginia Wolf, George Orwell novels are in regular stack infront of me, butterflies erupt in my stomach as touching their old copies sends chills down my body. From fifteen minutes I'm standing in science-fiction section discerning different books stacked on the shelf, when finally my mind comprehended which one to read. The bookcase high enough for my height. Trying my best, but somehow I managed to lose my balance and triping with the a stack of books all over me "fucking hell" I gasp when my internal words being yelled from my own tongue.

"That's not very proffesinal, hun?" The deep accent comments behind from me, starteling me. turning my face I'm met with green crystal eyes his face lines prominent in sunlight. Harry didn't speak again instead moves to the classical giving me opportunity to hawk his carved body shameless from back, the rolling stone shirt's along his trouser's clinging to his body, with hair mess atop.

I huff at the fact that I'm always expecting some manners from him but thanks to my subconscious I'm always wrong. Reorganizing the stack of books I sit on the chair, Harry's sitting on the floor with his knees quite near to his chest his hair falls in his eyes.
His pink lips dictates the words in whisper written on the book, eyes narrow in conteration, the sight is sexy to see.

I quickly drifts my gaze from his beautiful face towards unrelatble objects when his eyes flitted up to me.
His lips curving into his infamous smirk, my hands lay in lap followed by the open book, I haven't flicked its first page we both knows I've  been staring him from past minutes.

He stand fixing his finger in between book pages, panic hitting me when his feet took him towards me before I can take another breath he turned to the aisle immediately I gasp at his rejection? Or him leaving me alone.

My feeling towards him is obnoxious, he's attractive and the bad thing is that he knows it who can blame on the ego all he have for his captivating personality. I tilt my head to study him, in deep thoughts he's contemplating the bookshelves infront of him. I watch like a hawk when he tap his index finger upon his lips which are more pink than a girl's room. I presume that he wants to ignore the world right now while seeping through every word. He was reading the book like every syllable and word is jumping out from that amazing!

It's the first time we are together and he's not back bitting, else he's always a problem with my presence. His group of friend's something I hate, in movies we call a flamboyant person plastic no offences his all group is plastic excluding Ashley and Niel they are even their friends yeah this claim can be treated with scepticism.