Masochistic Sonder | 𝐻𝒮 | Harry Styles

Chapter Four: Come Here Kitten

Chapter Four: "Come Here Kitten"

THE SILENCE GREW LOUDER IN MY BOUDOIR, all the main lights were turned off and the only lights that were on were the feeble caramel ones that heavily hang from the ceiling; I played classical music in the background, it was part of my night playlist, it always eventually ended up being the type of music I'd listen to every night with tears in my eyes before I slept.

I observed as the black ink from my pen spread across the paper, I quietly inhaled and exhaled out as I scribbled; the conversation I previously had with Harry brought me to my desk trying to draw something just to then try to use it in one of my poems' book illustrations, was it my way of showing I cherished the moment I and Harry shared?

"It's been so long, you haven't drawn anything in ages," she muttered beneath her breath; she was beautiful and ethereally fragile as she laid on my white silk sheets, with her legs spread like she was laying on snow, the type of thick snow that falls only in Italy.

I turned facing her, with my pen still in my hands.

"I never thought you wanted to actually quit drawing, for real after you finished your studies, anyways what exactly happened Aaliyah?" She asked right after, then she turned her head towards me and our eyes met, her gentle black short hair fell on her face covering her expression, her rosy cheeks redden as she smiled.

"I told you, I don't like drawing," I confidently replied and then turned back around.

"Tell me everything that happened," she repeated once again like she expected me to definitely answer her previous question, absurd!

I ignored her and kept on going with the art piece, the smooth flow of the tip of the pen drew me in and it hypnotised me once again, the harmony of the singers in the background grabbed me along and made of me, art. Hathor grabbed me by my trembling hands and swung me left to right, my hips moved in sync to hers, she grabbed and slightly pulled my braids and her hands proceeded to move along my face making of me, passion.

"Aaliyah. Aaliyah, you don't seem to be focusing on me, you definitely must be thinking about him," she whispered at the end of her sentence. I was hooked at the question of how did she know?

In a few brief seconds she angelically got off my bed, the satin school skirt I bought just for her swang as her hips seductively moved towards me, she grinned and bit her bottom lip, her lips were thin and her eyes were stretched felinely, she had lifted eyebrows that complimented her perfect structure, her body was splendidly shaped by the gods.

"Was I right, Aaliyah?" She once again asked, she then leaned forward placing both of her hands onto the arms of my chair and as she looked down on me and I looked up to her, the choker I bought for her swang right onto my face.

I stuck my finger into the loop of her choker and pulled her closer to my face.

"Bastet, you better let me concentrate, all I'm thinking about right now is how I want to finish this miserable drawing and start writing and nothing else," I whispered with gritted teeth and then smiled right after; I yanked her to my left and she quietly whimpered.

"You hurt me!" She cried out.

I giggled and the quiet came rushing back in my bedroom.

"How is the poem going on, I would consider turning it into another kids' book," she added once it got quiet again, her feminine voice fought through the loud scribbling of my pen and I then shifted my attention back to her.

"What else is there to add then?" I asked Bastet.

She silently walked over to my window and moved aside the polished white curtains of the windows and she looked outside, mesmerised by the view and I smiled looking at her.

Her side profile left me breathless.
Her nose pointed upwards and her eyes sparkled at the sight of what was in front of her, I knew she wasn't staring at my sorrowful garden, I mean I afforded enough to make it look breathlessly beautiful but there wouldn't have been any point in it not even if I wanted to show off to Bastet; her gaze was directed towards all the lights in the apartments that lit up the skies, they were right at the edge of my villa.

They once left me with an open mouth but even then they didn't seem to surprise me anymore.

They were going to stay there till the end of time, did it matter anymore looking at them?

"The view from here is beautiful," she whispered out of breath.

"You really enjoy it, don't you?" I asked not assuming she wouldn't answer.

"If you went all the way down there you wouldn't be surprised anymore," I said going back to drawing and I lowered the classical music, it had been screeching in the background for the past minutes, like an old wooden door in horror movies.

"Go to bed now, it's getting pretty late, ill turn the lights off in a few seconds after adding a few details," I spoke as I stopped on my tracks and quickly went back to drawing.

Bastet helped me distract my mind from things and it was even better because she was sleeping at my house. She really gave me comfort throughout the times I needed her most; she was used to how I really was and I was so relieved she didn't judge me, not as I cared.

Honestly, I couldn't care less.
I wouldn't have cared less.

That's why she liked me, careless and a sucker for wasting money. I bought it and she enjoyed getting spoiled and I didn't mind at all, her laugh gave me a little taste of life meaning.

There it came swooshing back: the thought of Harry, that indescribable being, the thought of him was still floating in my mind and it looked like I wouldn't have stopped thinking about him any moment soon.

They say intrusiveness in women leads to death.
I say the innocence and exoticism of women lead to near-death experiences.

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