Skipping Rocks and Falling in Love - Harry Styles fanfic

PART TWO.

I have long  dark almond brown hair that could easily be mistaken for black that descended to about the middle of my back. My hair was far from straight, and it wasn't very curly as well, I  just had a few loose curls here and there that perfectly framed my face, which I guess you could say I liked. I had a tiny head shape, and my eyes were far from how absolutely exquisite my dads eyes were. They were a completely different story. My eyes were more of a pale blue colour. They were vivid, just looking at them would probably make you think of electricity or some kind of laser beam.  My eyes were also surrounded and outlined by a faded dark-blue rim around the iris and then an even mix of pale blue and white rays in the iris. I'd call it a very pure, bright and sharp color of blue. To top it off, my electric blue jewels were protected and framed with my thick and luxurious  eyelashes. The big difference between my father's eyes and my very own was the fact that, like I previously mentioned, they both told a different story. Mine obviously holding one of  grief, anguish and nothing but hopelessness. As for my skin tone, I wasn't pale, however I wasn't very tanned or sun-kissed either. I had more of a peanut butter tone, if you could call it that, and to finish it off,  pink plump lips which never seemed to smile.

Unfortunately.

But if there was anything else that anyone would need to know about I Rose, it was the fact that I didn't believe in one thing.

Love.

I used to believe in all kinds of love, even unoticable signs. But today I can almost assure you that I don't believe in any of it. Not even familial love and especially not love between couples. To me love was just another meaningless word. At least in my world that's how I saw it. Even though I know the real purpose for me thinking this certain way, I try to convince myself otherwise, after all, love was the last thing I needed. Love always results in disaster no matter what the situation tends to be, and as you can probably tell, my life was already overflowing with disaster. I guess you could say I was denying and questioning the existance of love, but in reality I just wasn't ready to go anywhere near it. Or maybe I was just completely afraid of experiencing the slightest form of love.

I stared down at my two hands and began twiddling and playing with my fingers, which was a nervous habit I always attempted to get rid of. My heart was now racing at an unhealthy and frantic rate almost as if it would leap out of my chest at any time, and the silence between this boy and I was practically unbearable. I was eager for him to just break the silence, and if I was lucky, maybe he would even leave. I continued to nervously fiddle with my fingers, my heart rate increasing by the minute as I felt him slowly twist his neck to face me. Although I wasn't looking at him, I could practically feel his deep penetrating stare hot on my skin making me shift uncomfortably in my place. I finally gathered the courage to stop with my nervous antics and allow my head to shoot up, my eyes slowly meeting with the curly haired beauty for the first time. 

At that moment I guess it was safe to say that I was completely lost.

The boy quickly averted his eyes from my own, and I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. What was I even thinking? A gorgeous boy like this couldn't possibly be interested in a normal girl like me. His face belonged in a magazine, and well mine, was no where near perfection. Although I barely got any time to properly inspect the boy due to his sudden reaction, I couldn't help but notice a couple things. His features were definetly the epitome of flawless and his eyes could easily be mistaken for an ocean, for they were the exact same hue as the blue velvet waters that painted the lake with beauty. They were a mixture of ocean blue and emerald green and another remarkable colour I couldn't seem to point out.  His hair and bush of chocolate brown curls could easily without a doubt be mistaken for the clouds that floated gradually above in the open sky for they were just as fluffy and perfectly shaped framing his  angelic face. His curls were messy and scattered, yet still managed to contain that pretty impressive side sweep.