lolita's pov
04.15.19
as my alarm blared, i groggily rubbed my eyes and embraced the warm sunlight creeping through the curtains. i messily threw my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed the large hoodie sitting on my nightstand. while i walked down the stairs, i was anything but shocked to find veronica.
"good morning, v." i said, yawning. she grumbled and started pouring a cup of coffee. she was wearing a long van halen t-shirt, one which stirred up recognition in my mind.
"is bradley ba-" i began.
"veronica, where'd you g-" bradley popped his head out from around the corner of his room.
"oh, hi lola." he spoke, awkwardly.
i gave a surprised look to them both and raised an eyebrow at veronica.
"hey bradley." i said, then turning my head to veronica. "did he break up with marla?" i asked quietly, filling my bowl with fruit loops and milk.
"nope." she responded with a wink, walking back to bradley's room.
i chuckled, continuing to eat my cereal and scroll through my phone. there was so much uproar on social media about harry styles in san francisco. people saying they saw him walking down the street and whatnot, it was getting annoying. i set my bowl down in the sink, only to find a note beside it.
"Lolita,
Going on a trip, Bradley should be home soon.
Left money on your card, call if you need me.
Be back on Wednesday
Love you, Mama."
this didn't come as a surprise to me, she was gone all the time. whether it was on behalf of work or if she just had a secret life that no one really knows about, bradley and i didn't ask. we've never been close with her, we all just grieve in our own separate ways since our dad died. i was always the closest with him. sighing, i walked back upstairs and jumped in the shower. i really didn't have plans today, so i just put on my hoodie again and put my hair into two french braids. i walked down to the garage and sat on my couch, flipping the light switch. the room was illuminated with the light of bright, LED signs that read all types of different, random shit. since my mom was never home, we parked our cars on the street and we used the garage for other purposes that consisted mostly of hotboxing and playing loudly with the band. the sound of the rain trickling down outside was so soothing, i left the garage door halfway open. and suddenly, one of my favorite songs began to repeat in my head. i plucked the strings and sang whole heartedly as i let the music take over.
"cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset
but I can't help from asking, 'are you bored yet?'
and if you're feeling lonely you should tell me
before this ends up as another memory
will you tell the truth so I don't have to lie?
will you tell the truth so I don't have to lie?"
i loved to sing, but i left that part mostly to veronica. her parents had been making her go to lessons since she could speak, and it's her strongest suit when it comes to the band.
"that's a nice tune." that same british voice spoke again. i looked up, once again, face to face with those chaotic, green eyes.
"and so we meet again?" i questioned, setting down my guitar. my cheeks became flushed and red with embarrassment.
"i was actually strolling through the neighborhood, an old friend of mine lives down this block. i heard one of my favorite songs with the most angelic voice behind it, i just had to see for myself. who would've thought it'd be you, though?" he said, smiling. i laughed, looking down.
"taking a walk in the rain?" i asked.
"what can i say, it's pretty peaceful. anyways, may i sit?" he said, removing his hood from his head. i nodded, making space on the couch.
he played me a short tune, a sweet one. it was like heaven watching how gracefully he touched the guitar.
"see, i've got the melody down. i haven't worked on any of the lyrics, i just don't know what to make the song about. i've got to perform this song at the gala on friday as well, it's a wreck." he sighs.
"well, i don't know much about songwriting, but i believe the best content comes from the things you think about the most. your waking thoughts, your subconscious thoughts, all of it. when you're already thinking about it, the words will come to you in no time." i reassured him.
"i've never thought of it that way, thank you lolita." he said, softly.
"you can call me lola." i responded, smiling.
"did you say you're going to be performing at the gala on friday?" i asked, he nodded.
"that's my mom's gala, i'll probably be there." i said, taking a sip of my water.
"well i'm glad to hear that, i'll see you there." he said with a cheeky smile. as i was about to speak, his phone began to ring. He picked it up quickly, and a girl's voice yelled over the phone.
"he-...yes i know it's-...okay i'm s-...i'm sorry i'll be there soon." he hung up the phone, agitated.
"it was really nice talking to you, let's do this again sometime. i'll see you on friday, good bye lola." he said, smiling.
"wait." i said, quickly grabbing his hand. i scribbled my number onto his wrist.
"goodbye harry." i smiled, watching him walk away.
oh boy am i gonna regret that.
as if on cue, veronica and bradley walked into the garage.
"hey lola, were you just talking to someone?" veronica asked.
"oh, it was no one." i smiled, rehashing the moment i was lucky to have just experienced.
what an odd sunday.
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