boundless // hs

one

His hair cascaded across his leathery forehead, his eyes beady, and his skin smooth like warm butter. He reminded most of a doll, he was almost so put together that one flaw would have been illegal, giving off the impression that he was, in fact, flawless. He had a stride that most young men can't seem to carry, he had a sense of pride that nobody would ever be able to scoff about with the fact that he could be cocky, because although he always wore a smirk, he left all to wonder if he believed in self beauty or not because of his rather poor sense of direction towards attire.

His jeans were always black, always. His shirt remained colorless, and the more everything began to blend into one, the more he seemed to stand out from the rest. No, he wasn't like most twenty four year olds, although his teeth were perfect and white and his lips were peachy and looked like salted watermelon, his eyes erupted like a volcano and they would spit lava into the skin of the dark haired girl with matching eyes, webs of dark lashes always coated in a layer of precautionary beauty.

He would light her like a match and let her fall in a stack of papers, she- on the other hand- had no clue of the burning sensation that resulted in an uncomfortable feeling at the end of her scalp from being watched so many times.

He sat on a cracked cushioned stool with a leather feeling sinking into his ass as his jeans rubbed against the foamed over seat, his legs bent, feet flat on the ground due to the intensity of his height. Her arms were moving a mile a minute with liquids dripping down her fingertips, small waves rushing down the curves of her face as she let the variety of small skinny glasses to tall thick bottles slide against the hard shinned down wood.

She stumbled against the ivory glowing boy, her eyes now shaded with shame due to the fact that it took her at least two look backs to gather all the desire and admire. His lips were peachy like always and curved in that traditional painted on smirk with the left tip staggering towards his fuzzy cheeks. His eyes glistened with red rims and she could feel sun rays dripping, oozing, melting.

Tequila shots were pressed exactly two inches in front of his steady massive finger tips that were etched in a tight clasp, his eyes dancing with satisfaction over 1. her and 2. his beautiful juiced drinks resting in front of him.

He was a usual, yet she never learned his deepest drunk secret or the first letter of his name or the way his laugh sounded or his sense of humor, but he was always there, and he always ordered three tequila shots and didn't dare cringe in front of her.

He liked the color of her skin, it was tanned and it glowed like a dull light bulb in a dark room, yet she still seemed to shine in his dark skull. She liked the color of his eyes, they were golden but they were green, rimmed with a bit of fantasy to dream about for hours on end, dozens of circles draining one's thoughts as they skimmed his pupil in some array of wonder.

"You seem deep in thought." She spoke rather loudly so her voice could travel the short distance as her hands rang 360's around the damp wooden bar, her ears ringing with loud music and obnoxious unnecessary shouts from men with stomachs that pushed their bodies back four inches.

His head couldn't not snap up to meet her own gaze, her cheeks not pink from his undivided devotion, but more from the way suddenly forty seven people disappeared and it was just the two of them in this locked up world.

"A few thoughts never killed anybody." He spoke in a calm manner, not even trying to make sure it wavered to her ears, nobody could miss words from the one and only though. His fingertips grazed the two empty glasses, one still full, but his amusement got the best of him, her lips speaking before he could even finish.

She let him be, their world recoiling into a thousand others as voices suddenly began to buzz in the two of their ears, their attention no longer on each other's eyes, yet she could still feel him, feel him in a way that nobody would understand. She felt his presence yet she had never touched his skin, but she could only imagine his silk robe he would wear as his layer of protection over his delicate but overpowered bones that rest harmful inside his body.

From the corner of her eye, she watched his head tilt back, the amber liquid gone in a matter of seconds, only to find his body stuck like glue to the cheap crimson cushions dotted against the surface. He had arms like boulders that made the seams of his simple black tee rip into small shreds as four small holes were found around the neck of his shirt, his body so fitted into his clothing that it all made sense to the fact that eyes were radiating off of his flexed back.

She kind of admired him, her elbows leaning against the back table behind the bar as she watched 1AM strike the dull bar, body after body, most likely being carried out, left her alone with sleepy dotted souls, her two co-workers, the tired DJ resting his headphones against his neck a good seven miles away from her, and him of course.

"I see you here a lot." She smiled at him and he tried to hide the growing sensation in his jeans at her sparkling lips being pressed into a grin at the wonderful sight of her low scooped tee, her jeans tight against her bottom half, his lips dry and his tongue like the only water in a desert.

"Are you trying to say that out of the hundreds of twenty four year old men you serve drinks to a day, you remember me?" he chuckled as he pushed the glasses in her direction with a smirk of victory plastered with a devilish twinkle in his eye. "I'm flattered."

"It's hard to forget someone who order's the same thing every day and stares at me from afar." She smirked back like she owned his game.

"Stare?" He fake scoffed, "maybe glance, but stare? Don't make it sound like I'm such a stalker."

"Eh," She joked, collecting the small warm glasses from the barrier separating the sex hungry beings that strived for each other in a sense nobody- not even themselves- knew. With her back towards him, she finally let out the smile she had been holding in for minutes, her heart beating with dreamy thoughts about the sight she would see when turning around.

"First of all, wouldn't a stalker know the name of his," he paused, "prey? And second, darling, you wish."

"It's Red."

"Harry Styles."

AN IM SO SORRY THIS IS THE FUCKING SHITTIEST CHAPTER YOU HAVE EVER READ BUT I AM SO BRAIN DEAD AND IT IS HARD TO START A DAMN FAN FICTION SO GIVE ME A FEW CHAPTERS TO GET IT GOING, IM EXCITED(:::::::::::::::::::