Stay With Me...
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June 25, 2014
Harry and Delilah
Night before shooting.
Delilah felt the bitter wind blow through her hair. Her shadow followed behind her as she held hands with the boy with the emerald eyes and muddled locks. His lips slowly pulled into a smile as she starred at him and his eyes caught hers.
Harry felt his cheeks grow warm in a flattered away before he looked away and his eyes landed upon a bakery window. He was hand and hand with Delilah before he decided to take the hand that was holding hers and place it around her shoulder, seeming she looked a bit cold.
“Remember when you told me you like my shoes?” Harry spoke as the wind blew in Delilah’s face causing her to tense up a bit.
Delilah smirked before replying, “I do, but I was just trying to start a conversation with you, the new kid.” She informed.
“So you didn’t really like my shoes?” Harry interrogated, performing as if he was hurt by her proclamation.
“No, no I do.” She assured, “I had the same shoes on.” Delilah smiled before nibbled down on her bottom lip
Silence fell over them. The only thing they could perceive was rain dripping from roof tops from the shower this afternoon and the sound of children and their parents entering and exiting these street stores.
“Do you remember when I sassed you when you asked me what my name was?” Delilah uttered.
“I do, you said ‘thanks I got it for my birthday’” Harry chuckled and mimicked her voice, which he received a playful punch to the shoulder. Harry looked up at the dark sky with stars that scattered around it like someone dropped glitter all over a black piece of paper. “It’s beautiful tonight.” He mumbled.
Delilah then joined in at gazing up at that sky as they stopped in their place and just looked as if it was the best thing to do right now, in this moment. “Yeah, it is.” Delilah approved with a nod.
“We have school tomorrow.” Harry randomly said before he shoved his hands in his pocket, his arm leaving Delilah’s shoulder.
“Yeah, we do.”
“I don’t want to go.” Harry said in almost a whine as he peeled his eyes from the sparkling atmosphere to look at Delilah.
“Neither do I,” Delilah said but she still kept looking up, as if it captivated her in every way possible.
“Let’s skip,” Harry pronounced but Delilah shook her head and finally took her eyes off of the sky to meet Harrys jade eyes.
“No, we can’t. We have to turn in those pictures for Mr. Smith tomorrow and its two major grades. If we miss that we could fail for the semester.” She informed Harry before he let out a sigh.
The aroma of coffee and chocolate filled their senses as a women carrying boxes exited the bakery. Harry and Delilah both looked at each other before words were exchanged between them before Harry nodded towards the bakery and strolled in hand and hand, with no worries in the world…
Delilah’s plans after high school are to go to a community college to do her basics then transfer to a university. She didn’t know which one she just knew that she wanted to go to a university at one point in her life.
Harry wanted to go straight to a university. He knew which one he had in mind. Queen’s Mary University. He already got accepted and was waiting to tell Delilah after school ends, but he was wondering if he should tell her the delighting news sooner. He wanted to take her to a nice dinner and tell her about he got accepted to the university of his dreams.
They both didn’t have a clue what was in for them tomorrow at school. What surprise Mr. Smith had planned. But to be fair no one did.
The Hallways were going to turn into a maze. Which way do I turn and how do I know he is not around the corner? If anyone hides in the bathroom how did they know Mr. Smith wasn’t going to storm in there and then they would have no place to run. The students wouldn’t know if there was more than one shooter. All they knew was the school was being shot up and they hand to either get out of there or hide.
‘Tell him you love him, Delilah.’Delilah would say in her head every time it got silent between them or he looked into her eyes.
“Maybe after school we can do something.” Harry said, thinking about a dinner to tell her the news.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She said as a smile played on her lips. Maybe I can confess my love to him then, Delilah thought.
When it got late and Delilah’s mother texted her to come home they fled the bakery and Harry dropped her off at her home and sealed it with a goodnight kiss.
The kiss felt warm and made Delilah want more but she knew she couldn’t. They said their goodbyes and said they would see each other at school tomorrow. Not knowing what was in store for them….
Harry and Delilah
Night before shooting.
Delilah felt the bitter wind blow through her hair. Her shadow followed behind her as she held hands with the boy with the emerald eyes and muddled locks. His lips slowly pulled into a smile as she starred at him and his eyes caught hers.
Harry felt his cheeks grow warm in a flattered away before he looked away and his eyes landed upon a bakery window. He was hand and hand with Delilah before he decided to take the hand that was holding hers and place it around her shoulder, seeming she looked a bit cold.
“Remember when you told me you like my shoes?” Harry spoke as the wind blew in Delilah’s face causing her to tense up a bit.
Delilah smirked before replying, “I do, but I was just trying to start a conversation with you, the new kid.” She informed.
“So you didn’t really like my shoes?” Harry interrogated, performing as if he was hurt by her proclamation.
“No, no I do.” She assured, “I had the same shoes on.” Delilah smiled before nibbled down on her bottom lip
Silence fell over them. The only thing they could perceive was rain dripping from roof tops from the shower this afternoon and the sound of children and their parents entering and exiting these street stores.
“Do you remember when I sassed you when you asked me what my name was?” Delilah uttered.
“I do, you said ‘thanks I got it for my birthday’” Harry chuckled and mimicked her voice, which he received a playful punch to the shoulder. Harry looked up at the dark sky with stars that scattered around it like someone dropped glitter all over a black piece of paper. “It’s beautiful tonight.” He mumbled.
Delilah then joined in at gazing up at that sky as they stopped in their place and just looked as if it was the best thing to do right now, in this moment. “Yeah, it is.” Delilah approved with a nod.
“We have school tomorrow.” Harry randomly said before he shoved his hands in his pocket, his arm leaving Delilah’s shoulder.
“Yeah, we do.”
“I don’t want to go.” Harry said in almost a whine as he peeled his eyes from the sparkling atmosphere to look at Delilah.
“Neither do I,” Delilah said but she still kept looking up, as if it captivated her in every way possible.
“Let’s skip,” Harry pronounced but Delilah shook her head and finally took her eyes off of the sky to meet Harrys jade eyes.
“No, we can’t. We have to turn in those pictures for Mr. Smith tomorrow and its two major grades. If we miss that we could fail for the semester.” She informed Harry before he let out a sigh.
The aroma of coffee and chocolate filled their senses as a women carrying boxes exited the bakery. Harry and Delilah both looked at each other before words were exchanged between them before Harry nodded towards the bakery and strolled in hand and hand, with no worries in the world…
Delilah’s plans after high school are to go to a community college to do her basics then transfer to a university. She didn’t know which one she just knew that she wanted to go to a university at one point in her life.
Harry wanted to go straight to a university. He knew which one he had in mind. Queen’s Mary University. He already got accepted and was waiting to tell Delilah after school ends, but he was wondering if he should tell her the delighting news sooner. He wanted to take her to a nice dinner and tell her about he got accepted to the university of his dreams.
They both didn’t have a clue what was in for them tomorrow at school. What surprise Mr. Smith had planned. But to be fair no one did.
The Hallways were going to turn into a maze. Which way do I turn and how do I know he is not around the corner? If anyone hides in the bathroom how did they know Mr. Smith wasn’t going to storm in there and then they would have no place to run. The students wouldn’t know if there was more than one shooter. All they knew was the school was being shot up and they hand to either get out of there or hide.
‘Tell him you love him, Delilah.’Delilah would say in her head every time it got silent between them or he looked into her eyes.
“Maybe after school we can do something.” Harry said, thinking about a dinner to tell her the news.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She said as a smile played on her lips. Maybe I can confess my love to him then, Delilah thought.
When it got late and Delilah’s mother texted her to come home they fled the bakery and Harry dropped her off at her home and sealed it with a goodnight kiss.
The kiss felt warm and made Delilah want more but she knew she couldn’t. They said their goodbyes and said they would see each other at school tomorrow. Not knowing what was in store for them….
Notes
Short, I know x Okay the next chapter is going to be with the school shooting! yay! im excited but scared to write it! x Comment what you think x
Important: I need someone to co-write with on a new story im doing after Stay With Me.. It's a dark/ Psychotic Harry x Please Message me or comment if you are interested.
Please comment, Can i at least get like 5 comments from this update? No one is commenting anymore and if you are you are loml and i love you!
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