The street was dark, street lamps reflected sulphurous pools of light and I was shivering. The slow, steady drops of rain gradually slipping down my neck and puddles at my feet soaking through my shoes.
My phone was dead. I had stayed late at the art studio, Cara had been with me until her mother wanted her home. I said I would just stay a little while longer. A little while changed when I fell asleep on the floor.
When I had woken up, the lights were turned off and my phone had died. I didn't even know what the time was but it was so dark outside and I didn't even bring a jacket. I cursed under my breath, sitting at the bus shelter as I stared miserably at the ground.
I looked up, trying to make out the figure approaching me.
"Harry! Oh thank god." I rushed to him, almost crying tears of relief. "You found me."
"I ran into your friend, the one with the curly hair and she told me she was worried because you hadn't come home from the art studio." He explained, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.
"Thank you." I whispered, grabbing his hand. "Where did you run into Cara?."
"At your house, I was driving myself crazy thinking about you." He smirked, tugging on a wet strand of my hair. "Let's take you home."
The house was quiet, everyone was most likely sleeping as it was past midnight. I opened the door, carefully listening out. When there was no disturbance, I gestured for Harry to follow me inside quietly.
I closed the door behind me, holding it so it didn't slam and turned to Harry. He started to laugh, we were both soaked with rain and shivering uncontrollably.
"Shhh!" I hissed, also beginning to laugh. I grabbed him by his jumper and shoved my face into his chest, trying to muffle the sound.
I suddenly squealed and jumped backwards in fright as my cat shoved it's head into my ankles. Harry's mouth dropped open in fear, desperately searching for the thing that had scared me and inevitably tripping over some shoes in the doorway.
We both stared at each other, stunned and then burst into giggled which transitioned into hysterical laughter. Once I calmed down, I reached out a hand to help him up. With a devious smirk, he pulled me down on top of him.
"You absolute idiot." I laughed, looking down into his beautiful eyes, glinting mischievously. I lowered my head and softly brushed my lips against his. I wasn't cold anymore.
The landing lights flashed on and I leapt up, shoving Harry into the living room. Then sorted myself out as my mother came down the stairs.
"Blair? Is that you?"
"Sorry mum, I just got in." I smiled apologetically, my heart racing.
"Who were you talking to sweetie?" She asked, suspicion evident in her face.
"No one." I shrugged, not meeting her eyes.
"Well, " she looked around, "Goodnight then."
"Night." I smiled as she turned and walked back up the stairs, the lights went off again.
Then I was being pulled by the waist into the room and having my back pressed up against the wall. I felt Harry's heavy breathing on my neck. "Where were we?"
I grinned and closed the gap between our mouths and enjoyed the fireworks going off in my heart. Electricity.
"God, I've missed you." I murmured, letting my arms lock around his neck.
"I miss you all the time, at 2am when I can't sleep and at 2pm when I'm serving coffee to complete strangers. And every time a small brunette walks into the shop, my breath hitches because I just miss you so much."
"Well now I'm here, so show me how much you missed me." I smirked.
He stared at me for a second before picking me up and gently pushing us into the sofa, so he's straddling me. Then he peppers kisses all over my face and trails them down my neck.
I giggle. "That tickles!"
"Oh really?" He smiles deviously and starts to tickle my sides as I gasp with laughter.
I push him off of me and he falls on the floor.
"Oh my god-" I get up and look over at him, still laughing.
"I'm lying on your floor way too much." He groans.
"You should get used to it." I wink.
He laughs, getting up and dropping a kiss on my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
I pout. "Are you leaving?"
"I can't stay the night, gorgeous." Harry says, a hint of sadness behind his voice.
"Okay." I whisper. "I'll definitely see you tomorrow."
Once he's gone, the spark dies out and I trudge upstairs to my bathroom. Peeling off my wet clothes and stepping into the shower. As the warm water runs down my back, I smile as I think of Harry and the little things about him.
Like when he laughs he gets these crinkles in his eyes and how his lips are slightly too plump for a boy. How he's wild and a little clumsy but most of all, the way he looks at me. Like I'm all he's ever wanted.
I was starting to fall deeper and deeper in love with him and I was so scared. I didn't want to mess this up and there were so many obstacles in the way of our relationship. But, if two hearts are destined to be together, they'll always find a way.
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b & w ; ( wroetoshaw ) ♡Fanfiction
imagine a world without colour, the only shades visible to the eye: black and white. when you cross paths with your soulmate, the individual who belongs with you, only then do you get to see the world's colourful beauty. in which harry is the blue...