Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 48

And ah, take me out, and take me home
You're my, my, my, my lover~Taylor Swift
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Stella

The full-blown autumn wind screamed striking against the window's of the which ever place we're in, my other senses reacting ferociously to even the slightest of thing causing my hair to straighten up with confusion and uncertainty. my sight completely blind with Harry's cold large hands wrapped around my eyes as he guided me inside. His fanning breath against my skin appearing as someone's slicing the soft tissue over my neck with sharp knives due to humid temperatures of inside mixing with the icy tingling air outside. Except of my heart hammering outrageously no sound could be heard, and I wonder if it's a graveyard. His hand freed my vision to give me a chance to have a look of where he took me and I squinted vanishing the blurriness from the hard grip from his hands, "Harry.." my whispers got strangled into breathing pipes and heart screwd suffocating crushing between my guts, with a maddened three sixty rotate of body my eyes darted in every direction only to get harassed by darkness. A repgnuant fear like blood tipping with horrific pauses settling in my spine with each whip of my wild turn tip-top, tip-top. With quivering sighs, trembling heart and maniac eyes my feet dragged towards the centre, "Harry if this some kind of joke I didn't like it-" but my shriek got wrenched into my throat and stomach feels like stabbed by a knife when a machine came to life out of no where, floor under me turning red and then blue with neons ghastly splashed over it. Pac-man song blasting through that game machine echoing till the corners disturbingly becoming sickening whispers of my mind, my lungs gave a vulnerable sob blurring the happily abominable pac-man on the screen and before I could escape this horrific space falling to my knees praying someone could get me out of here, a grime silhouette flicked on the carpet below enlarging with every step approached towards me and with my first scared intuition I fought any hand coming near slapping it away and thrashing my legs with blood curdling screams.

"Ow. Baby it's me your bunny- ye' dangerous woman" instead of throwing tantrums and spatting dread words at him my hands flew to make him wrap himself around me, my head collided hard against his chest making him stumble "I hate you. I hate you" my unhonest mantra was low with previous fear still settled into my spine "never leave me like this again. you idiot scared me well", with a firm hand on my back he made me look at him "I'm sorry. you're shaking, god. thought I'd have some fun with your new affinity with bone chilling stuff. forgive me? But bou should have looked your face" his thumb came to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes, kissing my head we swayed muffled into eachother arms. "There's nothing like ghosts and spirits. This's an arcade not some bloody evil house, c'mere" his lips came in contact with my head rubbing soothing circles up and down my arm and I gasped astonished when he opened a door to another massive hall packed with people and boisterous music. He grinned snaking his forearm against mine to wind our fingers together, bucking his head to kiss my shoulder he towed my hand to follow his lead "let's have some real fun. Sweetarts" he turned to me walking backward not leaving my hands apologising when bumped into every other person "oops. sorry mate can't leave my girlfriend's side she's a bit scared to see ya guys being junkie" the boy younger than him just high-fived him "sorry didn't see. Y'okay miss?" glancing from his shoulder he apologized to another person and I cackled at his goofiness, jerking him towards me to walk straight but instead he took my lips in his abruptly fisting my hair. Impatiently he stopped to buy coins distributing among us equally and then again halting, "was craving another sweets. but this one will be fine too" his grin was wide against my lips as he pecked them short bending to insert a coin in multi rainbow colors bubblegum balls machine, he whistled animatedely when the floyd and yellow tinted bubblegum balls swirled down their curved paths inside the large glass bowl to come to us. The moment they were out he popped the floyd one in his mouth and another in mine, kissing my mouth afterwards "pink's your favourite color isn't it?" I nudged his ribs laughing then clasping my arms around the end of his waist "my color choices changes with time, but pink's the epitome of spiritual universe- true rockstar" I looked at him like a hawk he's full of surprises and yet he promised he'll open to me but the fascination he puts in every single thing he talks about makes me giddy.