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I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna start on Annas poetry. She is an over thinker and as you probably already know by now, she has a tendency to get lost in her own mind. Soooo when the text is in the middle of the side, it's Annas poetry (like the first part of this chapter). She will eventually write it down in a notebook :))
I don't ever think I could understand how someone could get lost in a forest, until I saw his eyes. Because in his eyes, I see the color of the leaves, the very hue of life. In his eyes, I see a speck of the sun beaming in the sky, and in his eyes, I learn how it is possible to get so very lost in a forest of green.
I stare right into his forest green eyes, with a 'what did he just say' face.
He wants to do what?
"I don't think you know what you want." I reply after a few moments. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shakes his head.
"That was honestly one of the first thoughts that came to my mind." I laugh. "I seriously don't know why I said that, I'm so fucking bad at this Harry." It sounded like I wanted his pity, but it was not my intention.
I move my eyes from him and look down at my hands, while I pick at my cuticles. A very bad habit of mine, I tend to do it in situations where I feel a bit anxious. Sometimes it is so bad it starts to bleed.
"Usually I would presume it would have something to do with me being a celebrity, not that I give a fuck about it myself. You're related to James, and from what he's been telling me and what I have observed myself, I don't think that's what's going on in that pretty head of yours." He says with a soft voice.
"I- well," I am struggling with my words, not sure what I actually think for a change. "I'm just a small town girl, I pretty much get by in life with me, myself and I - obviously James too." I let out a sigh combined with a chuckle. "And you know, I'm a weirdo being a virgin, never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter, I really have no clue about what to do or say in this situations."
And that is the truth. I really wish my mom was here to give me some advice for this part of life. We never got to talk about these things, she died when I was only ten, so I had to learn about menstruation from James and that did not go well. - We had the conversation when I first started bleeding and he just gave me a pad.
I do not blame him, it was not easy for him to loose his sister and then suddently have to take care of a child with a bunch of trauma. Not only did I a loose my mom, I lost my only parent, that gives som crazy shit to deal with.
"I think you're doing just fine Anna." He cuddles my cheek as he speaks his words. "Do you really see yourself as a weirdo?" He asks with curiosity. I laugh at his question - that is what he got from that?
I nod and shrug my shoulders. "It's not like I mean anything negative with it, I'm just not used to men being into me is all." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "I guess there has to be a first for everything." I smirk and before he gets to say anything I continue to speak. "So yes Harry, you can take me out on a date."
I lean in and before he has the chance to react, I bring my lips to his lips. I have been wanting to kiss him since I saw him in front of my door.
I kiss you and it's like somehow the silence around us explodes and a world of colors appears before my closed eyes. Every thought in my brain is stripped out and replaced with your lips.
Harry, your kiss sends me into a poetic bliss.
His lips are pressing into mine, and his hands are pulling me closer, now running up and down my back and into my hair. I can taste his sweetness and the heat of our breaths fills the room. I convince myself to pull away, but as I let go of his lips he tucks me ind deeper than before.
***
I stand in the door frame with the keys to Harrys apartment in my hands. We ended up making out in the couch for a good half an hour. My lips feels so numb right now, I needed to pull myself away, if I wanted to feel my lips ever again.
I offered to help him move his bags from the car up to his apartment, but he declined and told me I could hold the door open for him. It was more than enough for him, he said.
He lets out some heavy breaths as he walks out of the elevator and I turn to look at him. My eyes gets wide open when I noticed not only two, but fucking five bags in his arms. Who needs so much clothes for a week?
"Sure you don't want any help?" I offer my help once again but yet again he declines by shaking his head. I choose to ignore it, instead I walk towards him and grabs two of the bags he is carrying. He tries to reject by walking backwards, however I am quicker and he shakes his head again.
"Aren't you only staying for a week?" I ask while he walks through the door, I walk right after and then close the door. "Yeah, but I'm flying straight out to Denmark for the tour." He puts the back down at the floor. I furrow my brows when he pays his attention to me. "What tour?" I ask.
He giggles like I said something stupid.
"Wow, you really don't read any headlines or tabloids?" He asks, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. " C'mon James must had told you?" Once again he giggles at me when I shake my head.
"I'm touring the last part of Love on Tour, James is coming to see the last show in Italy." He smiles at his own words. He seems genuinely happy talking about this. "Oh," I sound awkward, but I kind of am. "He did ask me about vacation in Italy this year, but I haven't really replied on that yet."
I bring the bags at the grey marble floor as well, there is no reason for me to be carrying them anymore. The apartment looks almost like mine, It is basically on the opposite side of how mine is furnished.
I walk further into the livingroom towards the big white couch, it is the same as mine just in another color. A lot of the furniture is exactly like mine, it makes a lot of sense, since James own the whole damn building. - I have never really understood why he bought it in the first place.
I lay down on the couch as long as I am. "Aah, this is nice." I state, closing my eyes. Even though I had a short day at work, I am so freaking tired.
"Have you made a decision for the trip to Italy then?" He asks, reminding me that we were in the middle of a conversation before I chose to chill on the sofa. "I was actually planing to go, I've never been to Italy before." I feel his hands on my legs and he gently pulls my legs to the side, to then sit down where my feet was placed just seconds before.
I give him an angry stare which makes him place my feet on top of his thighs. I smile while nodding my head.
"I would love to take you there someday, it's one of my favorite places." A smile appears on his face with so much love. - He is trouble, chaos to be true, but his smile dared me to daydream with him.
I just sit and admire him while he talks on and on about places he wants me to see in Italy - even so I do not hear a damn thing. I am too occupied with all his beautiful features. I can not help it but my cheeks is turning red and I think he notice, seeing as he is no longer talking.
"Let's take that date first, before I agree to let you show me the whole damn world." I say teasingly, still meaning what I just said.
"You just have that look, that makes me want to give you everything you want."
How is he so fucking good at flirting?
Sorry for the short chapter guys, I'm trying to write anytime I get the chance.
Next chapter will most likely be up on thursday.
I don't know about Anna, but I wouldn't even think twice about letting Harry show me the world. Jesus girl...