indecisive (on hold)

17.

Harry’s POV

I hug Liz goodbye and go to my first class. Creative Writing. I took this class because I loved to write stories about all this fantasy, which wasn’t fantasy. If that makes sense? What I mean is, I will write about self harm, with made up characters, but it was really just about my life. More so, realistic fiction.

 I walked in and took my usual seat in the front. I didn’t understand why Liz liked to sit in the back. I loved the front because you could actually hear and see. Many people would look at me and think, “Tattoos. Rebel. Skips class and if he attends falls asleep.” Which was the complete opposite. Yes, I had a lot of tattoos, but they meant something to me. I loved going to class and I rarely ever fell asleep.

That one time Liz thought I did, I was faking. I just wanted an excuse to look at her throught the whole class. I had watched the way her eyes lit up when Professor Hadley talked about Texas and horseback riding. The way she had smiled at his little jokes. She seemed fascinated with Texas. Lord knows why, but I was going to take her there. I don’t know why, but I will.

Class began and the Professor talked about including lots of detail into a story. I took notes and left feeling inspired. My next classes I enjoyed more because I got to see Liz. I was leaned against the wall when I saw her appear from around the corner. I really did adore her outfit today. The skirt was girly and the tank top hugged her bust beautifully. I could feel the bulge growing in my jeans when I realized  I was staring.

One thing I liked about Liz, is that she is covered up. She could easily show off more skin, but she keeps it classy and adds tights and cardigans.  I could tell she wasn’t comfortable with her body. You can see it in the way she walks and acts. She is very calm and small. She hunches over and pulls the cardigan tightly around her tiny torso. I guess that’s what attracted me to her.

Charley was the complete opposite. She wore revealing clothes, was loud and obnoxious. Why did I date her in the first place? Oh yeah, she was good at sucking dick. That really is a horrible reason, but I don’t care. All I wanted was someone who could get me off and Charley was there. I really didn't want a relationship, but Charley needed that label. She needed security and I guess I liked that about her. Everything else was completely horrid. I’m just glad she’s gone now. My main priority was spending time with Liz and seeing her smile. That’s all I wanted. To make her happy and be there for her.

“Hello Elizabeth Rose,” I greet as she pulls her bag over her shoulder.

“Hello Harry,” she returns and smiles.

I ask her about her first class and she rambles about this kid in her class that kept yelling out. He was interrupting the whole class and kept laughing. She talks about wanting to slam his head onto the desk. She is in the middle of a sentence when she stops.

“I’m sorry. I’m probably annoying you.” She blushes and looks away.

“No. I enjoy listening to you talk about annoying boys you want to kill.” I smirk and she laughs.

I love that sound. I love the way her eyes squint. I love the way she throws her head back. The sound escaping her plump lips is hypnotizing and I am under her spell.  I don't mind. Elizabeth Rose, keep me under your spell because I would gladly stay mesmerized by you and your beautiful self, than be in reality.

“Harry,” she says sternly and snaps her fingers in front of my face.

“S-sorry.” I blush and look away.

I was staring and must have zoned out. She nods and we walk into class. I silently cringe as she moves to the back of the room. I follow after her because I will do anything just to be close to her. Professor Hadley walks in and explains to the class we will be starting Wuthering Heights on Monday. We nod along and he says he wants us to read it, if we haven’t already. Liz and I hear many people groan and we snicker at their misery. I decide to reread it over the weekend and Liz decides to do the same. Class ends an hour and a half early, so we decide to go to breakfast. We laugh at the reactions of certain students in the room as we climb into my car. I turn on the radio and we both hum to the song.