Crimson Idol

Six

Song: Saturday Sun - Vance Joy

He walks in front of me and pushes the wooden door open, the bells above the door chirp, but I don't think anybody noticed our entrance. Harry rakes the place left to right and then ducks his head to the ground and hesitantly looks back to me, his eyes are looking behind me at the only young girl here, and her eyes are glued to him "maybe we should sit in the back" he damn near whispers, I nod

The bar is half a circle, lined with red high chairs and decorated with champagne glasses and liquor bottles. The light lightly kisses the room just so it isn't pitch black, it's warm. Harry is still walking in front of me, until we reach the booth at the very end of the bar, he turns to me and gestures for me to take a seat, and I turn around the table to take a seat on the red leather couch, he sits on the opposite side of me. Right above us is a spotlight that lazily lets out just enough light for me to see how green his eyes look when he's wearing yellow, but he unties the sweater from around his shoulder and lays it on the table next to him and intertwines his ringed fingers in front of me

His hair splits at the front, and falls to the sides of his face like fringes, I don't think I've ever seen anybody's hair be this beautiful. I think it's just him.

"I promise you pictures will last you a lifetime" he says, a sly smile touching his lips. Somehow his narcissism makes him way hotter

"I left my phone at home" I tell him "I was kind of in a rush" the words escape me with a chuckle, and I'm just relieved to be with him I don't want to speak and change the expression on his face

He raises his hand for the bartender and asks for two beers, and I don't get a chance to turn him down. I'm already drunk off his presence. 

"Okay" He says, looking at me. A soft smile touches his lips lightly, but even that peaks out his dimples. His eyes are looking though me once again, i feel the burning in the back of my chest 

"Okay" I laugh

"I don't really know you" He says "I don't know you at all actually" he corrects "I know you're a psychotic murderer. I know you ran all the way here, but I don't know you" he says lightheartedly, the lazy smile on his face never fading as he tilts his head to the side at me 

"What do you wanna know?" I'm lightheaded on his presence, and giddy, so giddy that the happiness is oozing out of me

He presses his lips into a line and squints, tapping his fingers on the table "Let me see" his pursed lips look even more pink than they already are "what's your favorite color?" He asks

"Seriously" I laugh "That's it?" but the expression on his face doesn't change as he nods at me, serious  "Okay. Its red" I say, and that's a lie. Its green, it has been green since the moment his eyes met mine, and every moment after

He bites the inside of his cheek and gives me a half smile "You'd look really good in red" he mumbles. You look really good in red too, Harry.

"What's yours?" I ask. You can see his tattoos through his shirt, the two birds peeking through at me, and the ones at the base of his neck, too

"Blue" And there it was again, the wind getting knocked out of me again, but it wasn't good this time. His eyes never leave mine, but I feel my heart collapse to my knees. Blue. His eyes are blue. Mine aren't.

I just nod, and he shakes his head lightly as he tugs his lips with his hands, his perfect hands attached to his perfect body and that beautiful face

"Any hidden talents?" He asks. Loving you.

"I – um, I kind of write a little?" I say, I kind of write a lot, it's kind of the only thing I know how to do, but he makes me shy, and nervous and confused and worried and red. I fumble with my words