I woke up laced around him, on my side. He had his big arms draped over mine, his face in my hair. I could feel his breath on my neck, his legs tangled and dominating mine. I loved, loved that feeling.
Harry was special. I was learning so much about his past. His childhood sounded so up and down. I couldn’t understand why a man with an amazing son let it all go, but I knew that the mind can be incredibly dark, and bring us to do the unthinkable.
I was starting to see how much I really cared about him. He was so talented, and sweet, he was thoughtful, and was deeper than he led on. I knew he cared about me, very much. It was such a new feeling, he was my first real crush, and boyfriend, not to mention kiss. I was so attached.
I ran my hands up and down his forearms, my nails skimming along his skin. He let out a little groggy moan, and rolled over onto his back. I smiled a bit, and rolled over, seeing his chest rise and fall. I ran my hands along his tattoo; it was big cursive writing in another language. I wasn’t sure which.
‘What are you doing?” He yawned.
‘Sorry, I just… what does your tattoo mean?”
“It’s Latin, it means leap and the net will appear.”
“What does that mean to you?”
“I got it after my aunt left me alone. I… I guess I’ve been looking for a place to land.”
‘The one on your back? The tree?”
“I just want to keep growing.” He laced is arm over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I melted, and shut my eyes. “Happy Friday,” he yawned.
“Happy Friday, what are we doing?”
“No idea,” he yawned again.
“You’re not a morning person, are you?”
“Clearly,” I smiled and kissed his chest. I sat up and stretched. I wandered into the bathroom and washed up a bit, meeting him downstairs in the kitchen. We ate breakfast, and he went to dress for the day. He was in worn, torn up faded blue jeans that hugged every inch of his lower half, and work boots. He had on a long sleeve black shirt; it was worn too, snugly fitting his body.
“You normally don’t wear clothes like that.” I whispered.
He looked down, pushing up his sleeves. “I don’t know what mess we’ll be getting into today. Get dressed, adventure time.”
I smiled and went up to change into jeans and my own boots but they were much more feminine. I had on a thin jacket and we headed outside. He looked out at the water.
“I have an idea.” He left; I waited for some time, hearing him thudding around. I laughed when he came back.
“Where the hell did you get a canoe?”
“That garage,” he pointed. “Has everything,” he kicked it into the water. “Well, get in.”
“I got your back, get in, I’ll be right back.” I sighed, and climbed in very carefully. It wasn’t sinking, it had looked so old. He returned with a sketch pad and a box of charcoal. He handed them to me, and got in. He started paddling with ease. I couldn't fight the enjoyment I found watching the sun bounce off his skin, his arms flexed with every stroke of the paddles. I took a deep breath, and realized we were stopping in the middle of the lake.
“No, you are not drawing me anymore. You know how I look, use your memory.” I hid my face.
“Because, it’s embarrassing, and nerve-wracking having you look at me.”
“I look at you all the time.” He smiled.
“Not when you’re in artist mode and you’re studying me. Nope, no way.”
“If you say no again I’m tipping this boat over.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” Our eyes locked, and I knew he wasn’t bluffing. I let out a groan and forced a smile. He laughed. “No, don’t smile like that. You look like you’re in pain.”
“Well, what do you want?”
“Just… look at me like you normally do.”
“Yes, you look at me with a very… warm expression. It’s something I’m not familiar with. I want to draw it.”
“I just look at you, I didn’t realize there was a look.” My heart raced.
“Yes, there is a look.” He thought. “Lean forward?” I did as I was told, he did the same, and his lips were on mine. I forgot about everything, wanting to climb on his lap, tangle my fingers in his hair. I only got so far before he broke away, both of us panting a bit. “That look.” He breathed out.
I was confused, but just admired him as he drew. I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, no smile or anything. I was just looking at this beautiful guy that for whatever reason let me into his life, and on this adventure.
I shut my eyes actually, leaning in the sun light, tipping my head into it. “Hey, one more look please, then you can zone out.” I sighed and looked at him. “So happy,” he teased, his dimples out. I giggled a bit. “Okay, zone out.” I was relieved, and shut my eyes. All I could hear was the soft sloshing of the water, the sound of the breeze through the trees, and the birds over head. I could hear the soft sound of his gliding pencil. I admired at how hard he was concentrating, his hand moving so fast. “Done,” he said a great deal of time later. “Want to see?”
“Yes, well, do I look bad?”
He rolled his eyes and turned the sketch pad. I stared, my lips parted. “It’s how I see you, when you see me.”
It was… I don’t know why this man made me feel so beautiful, when I’ve always felt so ordinary, so simple. I still wasn’t even sure of who I was, or what I wanted to become one day. But when I looked at the drawing, and I saw my face, I fell in love with what I saw.
“She looks really beautiful.” I whispered.
“You think so?”
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen Finley.” He said it so simply, but like he meant it with all his heart. “Let’s head to shore.” He smiled and started away from the water like that was just nothing. But to me, it was a hell of a lot more than nothing.
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Locker 161 // au (Completed- Editing)Fanfiction
Can a dark mystery bring two people together, or will truth rip them apart? Finley Aims is a new student, she is a blank slate based on how she was raised in an isolated environment with her parents, who are bright research scientists. She tries to...