Harrison's love for you was mere a disgusting prank. Nevertheless, you had already fallen, not for the person he was, but for the person he first pretended to be. To stop him from getting in your nerves, you started fake-hating him, following the we...
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Laughing like this was easy, maybe because he made it easy for you. Harrison never once tried to come up with anything said or heard last night. No questions asked, no answers required. It was considerate of him to not pick up the topic again or pressure you to hastily make a serious decision. Neither he acted like one of those boys who would distance themselves and end all ties, just because the other person needed time to think or didn't feel the same way.
Harrison rather gave you space to breathe and to think. He unknowingly prevented your confusing feelings to swirl into a vortex of stupidity, ending up eating its own tail. He kept on talking and talking about almost everything except that, but it was amazing to hear him speak, opening up to you. You sat there, legs crossed on the cool marble floor of your balcony, back comfortably rested against the wall, a warm cup of tea in your hands while Harrison was sitting exactly opposite to you, back pressed against the other wall. His tea was long forgotten, kept on the floor beside him, cooling down abandoned. He was sitting almost six feet apart from you and a lot of things he was speaking were stupid and didn't make much sense. Yet his accent was such a playful tune, you could have sat there all day simply to listen to the music it carried and smile. But as the tea in your cup finished, the music stopped along with it.
"Why don't you tell something? I am the only one speaking," He chuckled, finally pausing his rambling. He picked up the abandoned cup and sipped the tea only to hiss at the distaste and eventually discarded it again.
"...What should I talk about?" You spoke as your hands struggled to push away the little strands of hair that were tickling at your skin.
"Anything..." He trailed off, thinking for a topic himself. You tilted your head to the side, looking at the indigo coloured sky turning darker with each passing moment, finger resting below your chin.
Harrison's eyes settled over your side profile. He couldn't help but admire the way the dark sky complimented the fairy lights beside your head, your skin glowing from the shine. Your hairs were flowing freely in the wind, the rim of your glasses falling on your nose, lips slightly parted, a finger placed over your lower lip. He wanted to capture the moment. He searched for his phone only to find it kept beside the discarded tea cup. His thumb swiped up to open the camera and he looked at you through the digital screen.
In case you didn't want to see him after tomorrow he could at least have a memorandum of all the time you were his girlfriend. Fake girlfriend. The thought wasn't a pleasant one yet he was smiling brightly. The soft sound of the camera shutter snapped you out of your head and look at him confused.
"Did you just... click my picture?" You asked blinking in confusion. He hesitantly bounced his Samsung in his hand as heat rushed to his cheeks and heart almost exploded. He struggled to put it in his pocket, only to realise that his shorts were devoid of any.
