Running [h.s.]

ten | luna

^btw this is Harry's outfit! why does he look good in everything he wears? it makes me mad lol.

If you guys like my story so far, it would mean a lot if you recommended it to your friends or added it to your lists on your profiles so your followers could find it. I am really excited to update more now that my summer semester is over. I am going to try and write a bunch of chapters so I have them queued up to post.

I hope everyone is taking care of themselves during this pandemic. Remember if you are feeling depressed or anxious to ask for help. You can call the SAMHSA National Hotline at 1-800-662-HELP if you are facing mental and/or substance use disorders.

Stay positive, kind, and true to yourself.

Okay, I'll shut up and let you read the chapter... Enjoy!

As the four of us position ourselves on our respective sides of the table, some other people gather around to watch. Harry stands by my side and watches intensely as I arrange the cups in front of me on the table. One of Tyler's friends, Sam, emerges from the kitchen with a case of beer and distributes them to us. I crack open a bottle and begin carefully pouring the liquid into the cups, all under Harry's gaze.

"Alright. You know the rules, right Harry?" Mackenzie asks while grabbing two ping pong balls from a bowl.

"I've played a handful of times." He replies.

Mackenzie rolls one of the balls across the table towards me. "Throw to see who starts?" She asks.

We both position our arms to throw the ball, locking eyes with one another. "Eye. For. Eye!" We chant before we throw our balls simultaneously. Mine soars through the air quickly and lands in one of the cups on the left side. Her's rolls off the lid of a cup and falls off the table.

"Damn," Tyler says. "Looks like Luna and Harry are starting. But don't get too cocky, you two."

He tosses the ball to Harry, and I collect the other one from the floor before dipping it into the cup of fresh water. Harry wets his lips with his tongue and rolls his sleeves up over his elbows, exposing a few of his intricate tattoos. "Shall I go first?" He asks, leaning closer to me so his angelic voice cascades into my ear.