• j a d e •
harry and i had been spending a lot of time with each other. to begin with, it was simple conversations in the library, where janine would tell us to quieten down, but with a bright smile on her lips.
however as time went on, he asked me to meet him at cafes and parks, and even his house. i had expected a place full of art and design, because that's what harry had seemed like. and that's exactly what i got.
paintings hung on the walls of the hallway, a red theme by the looks of it. they were extravagant, as it looked like someone had filled a water balloon up with red paint and threw it at a blank canvas. but, the simplicity was what made them eye catching.
names were printed underneath each picture, from madison mcnulty to maggie george. i recognised the names, but couldn't quite put my finger on as to where from. they were probably the artists who made them.
there was only two rooms in his house, not including the kitchen, living area and bathroom. nor the room that was behind a locked door, which he described to be full of cleaning supplies. how fun.
he cooked us dinner one night, and slipped up with his words when he referred to it as a date. i blushed a light pink at his mistake.
we still argued slightly over topics, but it was friendly banter, whereas before i could genuinely stab him for what he would say. metaphorically, of course. i'm not a violent person.
and when he took me back to my house, he left a kiss on my cheek, his lips burning hot on my skin. the dimpled smile he gave afterwards was enough to make me pass out in my flustered state.
"goodnight, jade," he winked, walking back down the footpath to his car. i placed a hand on my cheek as i watched him walk.
"goodnight, harry," i whispered.
