Blue Jeans || h.s.

Chapter Seven

"[..] Oh

Dear, never saw you comin'

Oh

My

Look what you have done

You're my favorite song, always on the tip of my tongue." Tip of my Tongue by The Civil Wars

"[...] She's a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space,

In my mind when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be,
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

[...] I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end
Keep imagining meeting,

Wished away

Entire lifetimes unfair where not somewhere misbehaving for days

Great escape lost track of time and space

She's a silver lining climbing on my desire

[...] And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways [...]." R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys

"And it's too cold for you here, and now[...]

Inside this place is warm, outside it stars too pour." - Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood.

"If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot.

You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours." I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys

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"Sorry for the inconvinience," Were the words that left his lips. The driver growled at him and said:

"Thank that pretentious lady back there, she wouldn't stop blabbing her mouth until I let ya' in." His thumb was directed to his back, and Harry's head turned to see where it landed.

And that was when his eyes fell on me.

I couldn't bare well with the feeling of his forest eyes on me, they buried themselves into the depths of my skin and every cell in my body was aware that he was staring. I turned my sight to my lap, coated by my familiar and washed out dark black jeans, and squeezed my eyes shit tight as I felt the familiar anxiety build up inside of me as I kept feeling his stare on me.Why couldn't he stop staring at me already, damn it! Thank God my hair fanned my face, so he wouldn't be able to see my pink tinted cheeks that were obviously not only due to the peculiar cold weather.

"That I'll do, sir." He said, although I didn't think he meant for the driver to hear him. As a matter of fact, I didn't think he meant for anyone to hear him until I heard the sound of the soft thud of his boots hitting the floor, getting closer to where I sat with each stel, and I knew he sat down beside me once I saw the familiar dark coat with my peripheral vision. I cursed myself, fidgeting with my hands, and trying to hide any sort of emotion to be transparent on my face as I felt him sit by me. He smelled of water - from the rain, I suppose - and a fading scent of cologne lingered amongst him, as well. The same cologne I had smelled when he had closed me in an embrace. Fuck, I really wanted him to hug me again.

"Hi," He greeted. I sighed and avoided looking at his face. The fabric of his trench coat touched the fabric of mine. Shoulder-to-shoulder we sat and I could of sworn I felt him pressure his shoulder against mine. He feels cold, I noted.