runaways || h.s

seventeen;

The sun was bright and seeping into room, drowning it with light. Having already been awake for an hour or two, Lola sat on the window sill with a cigarette in one hand and a book in the other. Harry mumbled something incoherently as she pulled the blanket up over his face.

“Have you been awake long?” Harry finally said as he propped himself up on his elbow, his voice slow and sleepy.

Lola shrugged, “I guess.”

“Want breakfast?” He questioned as he swung his feet from the bed, stretching his arms above his head. He ran a hand through his messy head of hair in a terrible attempt to tame it, but it didn’t work.

“No. I’m not hungry. Almost finished this book though,” Lola said with her eyes still down on the worn page.

“How many times have you read that thing? It’s practically falling apart,” he laughed as he pressed his lips to her head gently.

She shrugged again, “Don’t know, but it’s good.”

Harry shook his head and said, “Gonna take a shower. Care to join me?”

Lola finally tore her eyes away from the book and turned to Harry as she put out the cigarette. “I mean, I guess,” she said, marking her page in her book and flinging herself into Harry’s strong arms. “But you’ve got to carry me.”

So he did, swung her right up into his arms and trekked off to the bathroom, Lola pressing kisses into his neck the entire time.

Later that day, Lola finished up her book and started another (one that she undoubtedly read plenty of times before). Harry, on the other hand, sat around and watched her mostly. Sometimes he’d ask her to read aloud, and she would until she didn’t feel like it any longer.

Lola put her book down, sighed and leaned onto Harry’s shoulder. “I’m bored.”

Harry’s lips twisted up into a grin and he said, “What would you like to do, my little reader?”

Lola giggled a bit and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his bicep. “Not sure. You decide,” she  mumbled against his skin.

“Hm,” he hummed. “I haven’t got a clue.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, both thinking - or at least trying to think - of something to do.

“I’ve got it!” Lola shouted. “Let’s go to the park and rent bikes. I want to go biking.”

So they went biking until it was far too dark for it to be safe biking any longer (and because the bike rental place had been closed for 10 minutes already). They walked home hand-in-hand, smiles and all.

Lola was more than half asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow and Harry slipped her clothes off with no help from Lola except for a few mumbles which he took as a ‘thank you’. He plopped down next to her and closed his eyes, and just as he was drifting off he felt Lola move closer to him and whisper, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry slept in and Lola was up long before the sun. She flipped mindlessly through a book and chain smoked until her pack of cigarettes was empty except for the small bits of tobacco at the bottom.

“Harry?” She called as she pressed the smoke into the ashtray. “Can you wake up now?”

“Hm,” he grumbled, pulling the sheets over his mop of hair.

“No, no, no,” Lola started, now attempting to pull them from him his grasp. “It’s nearly one in the afternoon, I think it’s time to get up. I want to go to the flower shop.”

Harry let her take the sheets from him and he then pulled her body down on top of his. “Flowers? Getting back into making those headbands?”

“I want to, yes. But not if you don’t get up now!” She said, trying to sound stern. Her hands were planted firmly on his chest to keep herself propped up, and then she pecked his lips and pushed herself off. “Hurry!”

An hour and a half later, Lola was all giggles and smiles as she and Harry wobbled down their street with their hands full of all different flowers. Harry was smiling too, but not for the same reason as Lola was. He was smiling about the fact that Lola was smiling. That she genuinely seemed happy at this moment. He hadn’t seen her smile like this is what seemed like centuries.

By the time they got home Lola had already decided which flowers were going together, and she didn’t hesitate to start making the very first one. Daisies. All white and yellow daisies had been strung on the elastic band and she tied the knot at the very back.

“Here,” she said to Harry who sat on the couch opposite to where she was sitting on the floor. “I want you to have this one.”

Harry let her put it on his mess of hair and she adjusted it so it wouldn’t fall off when he moved. She smiled adoringly at her piece of art utop another piece of art.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered, sinking down to her knees so she could meet Harry’s eyes.

Harry smiled, his grin far too large for his face. “So do you.”

Lola blushed and smiled even brighter.

“I’ve missed your smile,” he whispered, lips just grazing hers. “I’ve missed the way you get excited. I’ve missed the way your eyes sparkle. I’ve missed you, Lola. I have.”

“I just got a little lost,” she choked out, her head resting in the crook of Harry’s neck.

“And I’m glad you found your way back to me.”

a/n: this is super late and very short and i couldn't be any more sorry. i just haven't found the time to write nor been in the modd to write, which is strange for me. but i think i've got my 'mojo' back, especially because when i came back onto wattpad and saw how many people have been enjoying this story. i really don't want to leave you all hanging like i did, so i will try and get as much out of this story as i can. there's not much more left to go now. love you all, leave a comment or something xoxo