SOFT SPOT// h.s

Prologue

Note:
This story is currently being edited as of September 2015. I will be filling in a few plot holes and upgrading the language used and the quality of the story in general, so please don't be confused if you're a first time reader or even a rereader. There is some major editing taking place so I'm afraid some parts if the story may not make sense at times until I have completely finished editing, but I can assure you it will not take too long!! Chapters that have been edited have a * beside the title.
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The evening sky was a multicoloured tranquility of scarlet, amber and lilac, as I let my legs dangle off the edge of the cliff, peacefully watching the sun go down.

I allowed myself to absorb the calm, reassuring silence of the forest that stood tall behind me. Barely anyone ever ventured to this part of the woods, and I didn't think anyone knew that this tiny, insignificant corner of North Carolina even existed.

So naturally, I was startled and confused when I heard the threatening rumble of a vehicles engine approaching my location.

A shiny, silver Volvo pulled up beside my rusty, battered up Chevy truck and I cautiously watched the Volvo driver kill the engine and step out of their car.

The smooth breeze ruffled his wavy hair that reached his well structured jawline as he observed the scratched paintwork of my truck and smirking a little, he sauntered towards me in his skintight black jeans.

I hastily redirected my gaze to the captivating view of the small town of Sandyfield beyond the cliff as I suddenly felt the boy's presence sitting beside me.

I glanced at the tattoos that were inked on his arm as he stared out into the distance. I thought the drawings on his skin were intriguing, to say the least.

He didn't speak as he raised his two fingers to his lips and inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled the spirals of smoke, the stench of nicotine burned my throat, causing my eyes to water momentarily.

"I didn't think anyone else knew about this place," he said finally, and I noticed his voice was low and husky with a prominent English accent.

"I like to come up here from time to time, when life gets a little hectic," he continued when I didn't reply. "Know what I mean?"

I casually nodded as he mimicked my position, letting his feet hang over the edge whilst watching the town below.

A lingering silence hung in the air before he spoke again.

"So what's your story?" He asked me, taking another lengthy drag of his cigarette.

"What do you want to know?" I replied, surprising myself that I was willing to tell a stranger my 'story.'

He chuckled. "Well, your name would be a good place to begin," he said.

"Clary Kutcher," I told him, sighing.

"Harry Styles," he replied. "But I'm not really one for handshakes and all that crap."

So I told him my story of how I had been regularly escaping my hectic household of fighting parents and hateful siblings by driving out here frequently and just enjoying the undisturbed quietness. I confessed my loneliness and longing and how I thought my life was messed up and no one understood.

And then it was my turn. I listened to the bad boy speak about his troubled home-life and alcoholic father. How he got into numerous bloody fights because of his frustration and anger and I couldn't count on both my hands how many times he had got in major trouble at every school he had attended.

We were so wound up in the conversation that it hadn't even crossed our minds that it was late and the sun had set whilst the sky had turned black and the stars had begun to shine.

"It's late, I should get home," I said, when the conversation had come to an end.

We reluctantly rose from the dust on the cliff and I felt Harry following me as I walked towards my Chevy. I pulled the door open and was about to climb in when a large hand reached above me and closed it shut suddenly. I turned around in confusion and looked into Harry's forest green eyes.

"Wha-" I began to say, but Harry's lips were already on mine, and I found myself kissing him back, my arms reaching up to clasp around his neck as his hands travelled to my waist.

It was that one kiss, that led to so much more in the backseat of his Volvo with the heat blasting through the air conditioners and the radio muffling the rugged sounds of our panting breaths.

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