moonlight {h.s}

my kind of woman

Harry

Syd unlocked the door and pushed into her apartment.

As I looked around at the place, I noticed how different it was to her London flat. That one was very cosy and full of life, covered in memories. This was totally different.

As we moved in, I was met by a very plain and organised New York apartment. It had hardwood floors, two leather sofas and a glass coffee table between them.

She dropped her bag onto the floor and began to take off her heals. I walked apprehensively into the apartment behind her, not too sure what to do with myself.

Quickly, I mirrored her actions and removed my shoes.

"Uh your place is really nice Syd." I awkwardly smiled, leaning against the sofa.

She looked back at me whilst taking out her earrings chuckling, "It's very boring, and freezing all the time. My London place is much nicer."

I followed as she walked further into the apartment. There wasn't much of Syd here.

Recently, I had noticed she had her own little touches everywhere she went. In her car were bottles of perfume, odd necklaces and rings, sunglasses and crystals. Same with her flat in London.

"Come on H" She said softly as we walked into her room. We ventured in and the same simple vibe from the living room continued into here.

She had her bed, two wooden side tables, a leather armchair in the corner, and a door leading into an en suite.

"I'm just gonna take my makeup off, make yourself at home" She smiled, walking into the bathroom.

I sat on the edge of her bed and looked around at the room. She had her suitcase on the floor with some clothes and books laying inside. Her shoes were all lined up neatly at the end of her bed.

It was very cute.

"Shit. Harry you haven't got any of your stuff" I heard her say from the bathroom.

"Uh yeah it's all back at my hotel...don't worry though it's fine" I replied, moving over to the doorway.

Sydney was shuffling in her cabinet and quickly brought out a toothbrush. She looked so pretty even now she'd wiped off her makeup, and was bare faced. I couldn't help but grin at her.

"Here" She beamed, a twinkle in her eye.
She held out the toothbrush; it was pink and hers light blue. I took it from her and reached over for the toothpaste.

She sat up next to the sink and began to brush her teeth. I smirked as she moved her legs for me to slot in between them.

Whilst I was in the bedroom, she had swiftly removed her dress and replaced it with an oversized David Bowie shirt and grey joggers. We brushed our teeth, smiling through the toothpaste, keeping eye contact.

I felt this high when I was around her. Her aura rubbed off on me, and I couldn't help but have a smile plastered on my face permanently.

I spat out the toothpaste and moved back for her to do the same. She went to pick up her clothes from the ground and I walked back into the bedroom.