FREE THE DOVES || H.S

5 | Catching Fairies

LITTLE DOVE.

THE NAME BONNIE'S BEEN REFFERED to as ever since she first met a certain little Cat about a week ago.

She lived by her phone. The cord wrapped around her finger and a large smile on her face as she spoke quietly every time her mother walked into the room so she wouldn't listen in on their conversations.

She learned a few things about Harry during these long phone calls along with the few times they've secretly met up and walked around the lake speaking about what was on their minds.

A few things which have stuck in Bonnie's mind about Harry:

He licks the icing off the cupcake before eating the muffin. He prefers the daytime over the night. He wants a dog. Very badly. A golden retriever to be exact. One with a red bow tied around the neck of it as if it's a gift on Christmas morning. He wets his toothbrush before and after he puts toothpaste on it. He only likes broccoli when it's cooked in the oven and covered in hot butter. Anytime the clouds move away during the night (which is rare) and there's a full moon in place, he sings to it, every time. Miss moon he calls it. Everything has a Miss in front of it. He wants to hold a butterfly on his finger, he doesn't know why he just wants to. He thinks he's something of a comedian. He tells way too many knock-knock jokes. He hates silence. Of any kind. He actually despises it. He can play guitar and owns three of them, all acoustic. One was his grandfathers and was deathly old but still his secret favourite, another was one his mother bought him when he was fifteen, it was super expensive and super nice and shiny, the last was one he got from a flee market. He couldn't play the last one. It had three broken strings and a roughed-up bridge. The only reason he bought it was because of the beautiful flowers painted along the front. Big pink, white, and red ones. Apparently, he thought it was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen. So, he payed the cheap fee in order to have it all for himself.

She likes him. She likes getting to know him.

He's fun. He's boyish. He's loud. He's exciting.

He's everything she needed at this point in time. Someone there to act as some sort of relief. A person to take her mind off everything. Someone outgoing. Someone adventurous.

Someone new.

It was a Thursday morning. It was rainy. Which was to be expected. Bonnie laid on her couch, foot propped up on the arm of it and the other one flat on the couch with a bent leg. A room temperature dishcloth sat across her ankle sadly.

She sighed.

"Sorry Doll, Louise said no practice today and she was stern about it too." Bonnie said referring to her mother.

Dolly nodded. Dance bag in hand and red lips in a frown. "That's okay, probably the best for ya anyhow."

The sound of the front door roughly being opened made Dolly's head dart to the kitchen, blonde ponytails swinging with the sudden movement.

She looked back at Bonnie, "Kitten?" She asked and Bonnie nodded saying a, "probably," since no one else really came to her house other than Dolly.

On cue Harry walked into the living room. Head of curls wet. Warm forest green sweater on his body. Cold wet fingers at his sides and a pale face with drops of water running down his cheeks.

"Hey Dollface, hey Dove, how's it hanging ladies?"

Charismatic. Just one of those adjectives that perfectly described Harry. Bonnie found him entrancing. It was strange how someone who at first glance seemed so normal was so fascinating. It had nothing to do with looks or appearances it was just him in general. He had charisma flowing through him straight to the bone. It was the way he spoke. With passion, with understanding, with excitement, with light, with smiles, with humor, with laughter. It was the way he carried himself with a certain amount of confidence but never crossing the fine line into being arrogant and cocky. It was in his facial expressions which showed every emotion with such ease. It was the way he talked with his hands or fiddled with random things around him, always needing to be busy. He was a person to trust. He was a person worth getting to know. He was a person who you want to spend time with and when your apart you think about all the little things which make him who he is and than let yourself miss them even though its only been a total of a day and a half since you last saw his dimply face.