Our Love [H.S]

Part 1

DISCLAIMER:  This story will involve triggering points at some points as well as mature content!

Love, what a magical yet frightening word. When you are young, that word has a light feeling and you don't think of it as much. As you mature, you quickly learn how easily that word will take a toll on your mental, emotional and physical state. The feeling of love can derive from anywhere with just a light touch, a simple action or look. These gestures will cause the heart to overflow with a feeling. There is a gravitational pull that connects you as if the world is saying "It is time". A powerful sensation of happiness that is hard to describe, but when you fall in love, you will know it inside.

The love I felt for Harry was so powerful. It engulfed all of me. Our love was passionate, messy, and heavy. There were times where I thought about ending it all and times where I knew I could never live without this person. That is the crazy thing about it, it is constantly a blind roller coaster where you don't know when the fall and peak will be. Harry had something special about him that many did not see. He was dark, wounded and mysterious but his heart was beautiful. He showed me his soul and in return, I showed him mine. I am going to share the story of us in hopes that someday you will meet your own Harry.

Flashback 2 Years Ago:

It was the first day of my senior year in college. It hasn't hit me yet that next year at this time I will be in the real world as a true adult. The thought made me nervous and sick with a tint of excitement because I will actually be making real money. This broke life sucked and I know it is because of my love for food and clothes. My alarm clock blares as I lay in bed contemplating just dropping out so I don't have to go to class.

I was your average student with a mix of laziness and procrastination but also a hint of anxiety for not finishing my work on time and always doing my best. I decide to push my thoughts away and get ready. Trudging to the bathroom thinking about what I want to do with my hair and make-up today. I brush my long, brown hair and pull out my straightener. After burning myself a few times I move onto make up. I love make-up. It is so fun to use and create cool looks but the only problem is I suck at it. When it comes to normal day things though my go to is light foundation and a little bronzer with mascara. I throw on a pair of jeans with a simple black tank top and a pair of my flip-flops. I run down the stairs of my house and grab a granola bar to go. Class starts in 10 mins and I already know I am going to struggle finding parking.

"Kylie, we have to go we are going to be late!" I yell for my roommate.

"I know, I know, I'm coming" she mumbles as she walks to the kitchen throwing up her blonde hair in a bun.

Kylie is my best friend. We have known each other since we were 10 years old and she has been through so much with me.  I wouldn't be here today without her.  

We finally reach the parking lot circling to find a spot. We have gone around and around still struggling to find something.

"I don't understand why everyone has to drive or why the school never has enough parking" she says.

I laugh loudly, "Well we can't really say anything because we could walk to our class we are just lazy as shit".

Finally finding a spot, I speed ahead. As I am about to turn a black 1970s mustang speeds into it. I lay into my horn cursing under my breath in anger. My breath is taken away once my blue eyes make contact to a pair of piercing green ones. A tall man with tattoos all over his arms smirks at us. His white t-shirt hugging his body in all the right angles and slightly showing off the tattoos underneath.

"Hey, you ass, we were about to take that spot!" Kylie yells out the window.

Pushing his dark brown curls out of his face, he laughed "Sorry love, better luck next time" and winks. I could feel the redness creeping up on my cheeks as he smoothly turns around and walks away.

Walking into class, we take a seat all the way in the back. I sit down and get my notebook and pencil out. I feel a slight nudge to my left and look up.

"Sorry to bother you but do you have a pencil I could borrow?"

I nod and pull out another one. "Sure, here you go."

"Thanks! I'll make sure to give it back my names Nick." His smile was beautiful and with his sun-kissed blonde hair, brown eyes and tan skinned. He looked like that stereotypical surfer dude.

"No worries, I'm Lucy" reaching my hand out to shake his. I mentally punch myself embarrassed for doing that. My track record with guys is not the greatest and I always end up doing awkward shit like that.

He chuckles and shakes mine. Thankfully, the professor starts the class and my mind drifts off to the man with green eyes. Little did I know how much this man would affect me.