Chapter 3
Lynette's POV .
Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear. So, you have two choices stay were you are or go trough fear because there is no way around it. Don't be afraid to fail be afriad to not try, it's guts over fear. Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start being positive about what could go right. If it scares you it might be a good idea to try it.
What would you do if you wern't afraid? You'd tell the boy that sits with you at lunch everyday that you fancy him, you'd tell the person that makes fun of your little sibling to beat it, you'd have fun, you'd be happy and you would be you.
But with this fear ,you face everyday, stops you from taking a step in your life. Fear is like your shoes are untied, there is a mountain in the way, your goals are on the other side of the ocean or someone who dominates you pulling you behind by your arms. It's your choice to tie them tight, climb that mountain, learn how to swim and tell the negitivity to go away.
It's been a whole week, guards keep showing up, people are more scared and men are fatigued from work. But the kids? Still happy and still up and playing without any fear.
Soon they will turn 14 or 15 and comprehend what fear is when they do that's all they have. They will lose their fun, thier no care about the world and their freedom, alternatively they get insecurities, responsibility and fear.
Good thing about this week is I've spend everyday with Harry.
I sure do miss having friends and having a good laugh. I learned so much about Harry and so much about myself, weird. Like I wiggle my nose like a rabbit before I sneeze, I always cover my mouth when I laugh and that Harry thinks I'm beatiful witch he's told me a thousands times already. Not that I'm complaing I like the complements.
It's 8 in the afternoon, dinner time. Harry walks by my side in solace silence only thing you could hear were kids yelling and the brown leaves crunching under our feet. My body went from cold to warm everytime the back of Harry's large hands slightly brushed my lightly tanned skin.
Every now and then from the corner of my eye I would catch him turning his head and looking down to me. He smiles and looks away when I return the favor looking back.
He's so tall and robust and masculine. He's so cute his sparkling emrald green eyes that get a even lighter shade when he looks at me, his deep dimples he can never hide that occasionally were a slight hue of pink, a mop of curls lay limply around his forehead and how they bounce when he laughs or shakes his head.
He's also so desirable tempting and sexy the way his tight black long sleeved shirt wrapped around his massive arm muscles and broad shoulders, his deep husky voice and the way he says my name, his perfectly tanned skin, enormous soft hands and what makes me melt is when his plump cherry lips curve into a smirk when he makes me blush.
Me and Harry are nearly done with our food when a roar comes from outside the hut. This roar was from an engine; a vehicle. We step outside with the other curious people to find the whereabouts of the booming noise. Witch was a big black van with the letters ATCCO and other small words under.
First two guards came out of the driver and passenger side walking to the back of the van. When they unlocked and opened the two doors, two more guards jumped out. Then they escorted 5 young men, 3 older men, 2 old guys and 5 women out.
They wern't dangerous and couldn't cause any harm because if they were they would've had hand cuffs on and a guard be thier side, no they were able to walk freelly but that didn't stop the ignorant people of this town to back up in cowardness.
I glanced at Harry who was more into thought about the unsystematic beings, his brows furrowed in concentration. And while everyone was so focused on the new individualds I couldn't keep my gaze away from his perfect face. Normally, he'll be looking back at me but since he's faces forward I got a grate view of his tight jaw-line.
So after an hour the crowd was gone, everyone seemed to loose interest when nothing exciting happened. Me and Harry sat on the bench we always sit at and talk, the point I wanted to get to was the van and why he was so interested in it but it seemed like Harry could read my mind becuase everytime I was close to bringing it up he'd ask somthing else.
"Harryyyy" I groand .
"Hmm, I like the way that sounds." He smirked.
I smacked my lips lightly hitting his torso but I couldn't help but laugh when he did.
"Harry, do you know who those people were and why they're here?" I questioned .
He didn't reply but he didn't change the subject. I didn't want to pry and be annoying so I sat there next to him and waited.
"I knew one of the younger guys, he was my bestfriend. And - I have no clue why they got droven all the way over here." Harry finally spoke about the topic.
I nodded my head not wanting to ask the new questions that popped in my head. Harry's mop of curls lay limply around the arms that were shielding his face that were resting on his bent knees.
"Harry, you're exhausted, you can go home." He finally looked up.
"We have to go in at a certain time, I wanna spend all I have with you." He breathed.
Hundredth time today, I blushed my own dimple showing. Harry is so flirty even the first day we met he had to constally tell me how pretty he thinks I am.
Harry did as he said and spent 2 whole hours with me, ignoring the fact he almost fell asleep with his head in my lap.
There I am sitting on the bench since 8 Harry laid his whole body on the bench and rested his head on my lap. My fingers were tanged in his hair because he said he liked that but when I look down he's half asleep with a smile on his perfect red lips that you just wanna kiss.
One of the white guards came up to us and poked Harry's chest with his black stick. "Enough lovebirds, it's time to get to your own house."
We stood up and patted down our clothes not really wanted to leave each other.
"We're not together." I walked pass the guard to my own home bumping into his shoulder .
When Harry walked me to my house with nothing but comfortable silence. I could hear his feet dragging across the dirt and the tree branches fighting when the wind would blow. He left with a hug and a kiss on the top of my head. I quickly bathed myself and got into bed with no one other then the magical beauitful Harry Styles in my head.
I laid there just thinking about this guy and the way he smiles makes me smile, his voice makes my heart skip a beat and whenever I see him I get butterflies. He's the type of guy who makes me love my name just because the way he says it. I've spent a whole week 24/7 with him and just learning about each other and in those seven days I couldn't help but admire him.
Not at all would I ever tell him I'm crushing on him or even get in a relationship because the way this world is? It wouldnt work out like I wish it could. And then what? We fall for each other and want to live our life but how could we when he turns 25 he's forced to work and our kids would grow up in a horrible place. Breaks my heart because all I've want in life is to be the best wife and mom but I can't with the changes and constant wars.
How could I live in a world without freedom? I can't and I wont .
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