Plant New Seeds | H.S.| AU

Chapter Two - Her

H A R R Y

One Month Later

Her curly black hair that resembled a cloud, the water dripping out of it like rain. Her glossy plump round lips that looked scrumptious enough to bite. Her button nose adorned with a diamond stud in the left nostril. Her brown skin glistened from a mixture of rain and sweat. Her round high cheeks, slightly reddened from her coyness. Her arched thick eyebrows slightly hidden under her curly bangs. And those eyes—her big brown eyes, lowly hollowed and framed with long curly lashes.

It had been almost a month and I still couldn't get the image of Sunflower—the name I've chosen for her since I never caught her real one—out of my head. I tried my absolute hardest; there was absolutely no chance of us seeing each other again. New York is entirely too big of a place for us to be in the same borough, let alone the same train in the same car, by chance.

Not even the realization that she more than likely had forgotten about me could get her face and her smooth velvety voice out of my head, coated in that bad ass Brooklyn accent that drove me wild; not stereo-typically aggressive but strong nonetheless.

I rode the train more often than I usually did in hopes of seeing her again and perhaps finishing the conversation we started. I regretted pushing her too far and making her feel bad but I couldn't help myself. The broken look that haunted her eyes was much too unsettling to ignore. I surprised myself with how eager I was; normally I couldn't give two shits.

My sex life had been random since moving to New York a few years back, a hookup here and there. My last real relationship ended right before I boarded the plane. She told me it was either her or my dreams—told her she was apart of my dreams but obviously that wasn't enough, was it?

I hadn't been able to make a genuine connection with anyone, whether it was with another blind date my friends forced me to go on or a supporter of my work who swayed me enough to fuck them. Female, or even male occasionally—nothing ever measured up to the shit I wrote about in my poems or novels.

I couldn't wrap my mind around what drew me to Sunflower, I just knew I was compelled to relieve the obvious tension that mangled up her beautiful face as she stood holding on to the pole above me. The connection between us grew stronger the longer we sat side by side, the longer we stared into each other's eyes, the more she opened up and showed that fiery personality of hers little by little. Even when I upset her, I was memorized.

The bit that excited me the most was our connection strayed away from the obvious physical attraction we felt. Her assumption about my intentions caught me off guard; it was as if she read me as well as I did her. However, fucking was disposable. A strong connection was rare. I had every plausible intention to leave our encounter for what it was—two strangers bonding with one another over annoying circumstances. The only implausible part was us ever doing anything about what we felt. Once our time was up, it was up.

My cell phone vibrating in my pocket snapped me out of my daydream.

I was supposed to be meeting my friends for Brunch at Freeman's and I knew they were pissed off about me being late, as per usual.

"Settle the fuck down, I'm heading out right now," I said immediately cutting off whatever smart ass remark Aaron had planned.

"Bro, we've been waiting for a half hour and you live closer than any of us," Aaron hissed. "If you don't get your ass down here, we're gonna eat without you."

"You say that every week," I teased with a smirk. My friends knew I was late for everything, the temper tantrums were uncalled for.

I grabbed my keys out of the key bowl by my front door and placed them in my black Gucci bag slung over my shoulder. Thank God the door to my loft has an automatic lock, otherwise I'd forget.