Mellifluous || H.S (HIATUS)

1

   Two months had passed since then. Harry had been busy writing and producing songs for his band, such job taking most of his time. He was, by no means, married to his job. However, he loved and breathed every second of it. For some unknown reason, or perhaps the curly haired boy simply didn't want to admit it, his mind had drifted to unknown depths and farther universes. His mind danced around auburn curls and almond eyes.

   In between soft whispered words and the lips who pronounced them. The lips that shared a household in which he terribly wanted to live in, or only – and he was keen on that – make a short visit. The unknown feeling of their taste haunted Harry's mind, as he regretted not having kissed them or appreciated them longer from afar.

   He was, without a doubt, infuriated by that small pure piece of existence. His own demeanor wanting to ruin the small bits that constituted her as a whole, and disfigure her until she could no longer hide. Oh, what a gift that would be. To ruin her, Amelia, he now knew.

   He remembered, as he took in every detail of her, how her lips quivered slightly when he first asked her name; how her eyes fought an endless battle between his lips as his gaze; how her soft voice was a new tune he was now so addicted to; and how he still hadn't seen her since the last time their friends got together and both of them happened to come as well.

   It was planned. Harry was by no means, a good man. He took much joy in disfiguring people and learning how their mind worked, understand their existence and their ulterior motives – only because Harry was completely hollow on the inside. He ached to know people and what motivated them, how they were able to keep going on this endless circle of life, and he mimicked it into his own.

   Always so alone without never being truly able to feel it, like a numb sensation at the back of his head. Just like Amelia, Harry happened to have more than a hidden side and in such a perfect world, who didn't? He ought to find the person who would make feelings bloom inside of his empty soul, and make his life worthy to be lived, his existence worth to be enjoyed.

   He knew where to find her, it wasn't hard to understand that she was a college student, perhaps a junior since she had that glint in her eyes – the bored and unsurprised glint, while every freshman had a different one. He wouldn't lie, he did in fact ask their mutual friends what she was majoring in, not being too surprised to know she was an artist.

   It fit her, somehow. She was, without a doubt, a beautiful specimen. A canvas waiting to be drawn on and her blank spaces eager to be filled with paint. And god, did he want that too. It amazed Harry how much his body reacted to another, but his empty soul was unable to ever connect with others, ever so lonely and rooting away.

   Harry had been asked by a familiar person if he would pose for her class for the day, and since that meant he got to see the ginger, he wasted no time in agreeing, somehow eager to find out how it would all play out, and how she would react.

   As he drove to the campus, he found himself singing along to some commercial tune on the radio, his fingers playing along on top of the steering wheel, his body following the beat. When he parked, he easily found the group of friends he usually hung out with, offering them a soft nod of his head before stopping in front of the bench they were sitting on.

   ''It's quite the sight, seeing you around campus.'' One of the guys said, making Harry chuckle and shake his head.

   ''Why is that?''

   ''Thought you were too smart for us.'' His friend mused, making fun of him despite Harry not minding since he knew it was, and would always be, an innocent joke. ''But really, what are you doing here?''