Xenophobia
TWO
A/N: DONT BE SHY IN THE COMMENTS GUYS!
They both sat under a tree on the school's field eating sandwiches along with a container of fruits. It was fifth period now, but Khai and Harry would rather be secluded with each other rather than sat in Mrs. Clarke's class for another hour.
With The Neighbourhood's album playing softly in the background, the only other sound that could be heard in their own little bubble was the ruffling of leaves. They were quite fine with their contentment. They were in love. A special type a love. A love where they didn't need words to communicate as their eyes were the narrator of their thoughts.
Were they scared of getting caught? No they were not. The least a teacher could do was hand them a detention slip, which only means more time in the prescience of their significant other. They both became quite experts at lying to their parents, so coming up with something as to why they were home later than usual wouldn't be a problem.
Khai muttered a series of curse words as the harsh October wind worked horridly with her hair. Harry sat back, adoration dripping from his eyes. God, did he love to catch her off-guard. He loved catching her looking at her phone or subconsciously biting her lip. Things that she wasn't aware she was doing. It was natural. Harry liked natural. He loved Khai.
"Really wish I didn't wear my hair down today," Khai complained, raking her fingers through her thick black hair.
Harry chuckled. "You look beautiful," he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. "Even with your hair all over your face and ketchup on your cheek."
Khai rolled her eyes, knowing for a fact that she did not have ketchup on her cheek and Harry was just being his normal cheeky self. Out of habit though, she wiped her left cheek just to make sure.
"My father is leaving for the weekend," Harry says.
Khai looks at Harry with her big brown Bambi eye. "When did you find out?"
"About two days ago," he shrugged.
Khai chucked her napkin at her lover. "And you're just telling me this because!?"
Ignoring her question, Harry took another bite of his ham sandwich. "I'm taking you out this Saturday and you," he poked her nose "are sleeping over."
"But my m-"
"I already told Violet to take care of it."
Khai looked at Harry I'm disbelief. She knew him as a man of his word. A mixture of excitement and anxiety coursed through her veins, curious as to where he would be taking her.
"Where are yo-"
"It's a surprise," he smirked revealing his two prominent dimples that Khai thought could harbor immigrants.
"Stop cutting me off," she groaned. Harry laughed placing a kiss on her tinted skin. Oh how he loved her skin. The color, the texture; everything. He was baffled as to how his father could discriminate against someone so beautiful, so kind. Khai wears her heart on her sleeve. She's strong-minded. Strong, brave. Everything a woman should be, everything his father wanted him to find in a girl. So why was he against this?
Harry couldn't give less of a shit about Khai's skin color. It's her personality that drew him back.
"You know I love you, right?"
Khai looks at Harry with soft eyes and a kind smile. "I love you more, baby."
"Not possible."
After sharing a sweet, passionate kiss, the couple stands up after hearing the bell, signifying the end of fifth period. They both walk hand in hand, Harry more than excited for Journalism and Khai dreading Chemistry.
They both sat under a tree on the school's field eating sandwiches along with a container of fruits. It was fifth period now, but Khai and Harry would rather be secluded with each other rather than sat in Mrs. Clarke's class for another hour.
With The Neighbourhood's album playing softly in the background, the only other sound that could be heard in their own little bubble was the ruffling of leaves. They were quite fine with their contentment. They were in love. A special type a love. A love where they didn't need words to communicate as their eyes were the narrator of their thoughts.
Were they scared of getting caught? No they were not. The least a teacher could do was hand them a detention slip, which only means more time in the prescience of their significant other. They both became quite experts at lying to their parents, so coming up with something as to why they were home later than usual wouldn't be a problem.
Khai muttered a series of curse words as the harsh October wind worked horridly with her hair. Harry sat back, adoration dripping from his eyes. God, did he love to catch her off-guard. He loved catching her looking at her phone or subconsciously biting her lip. Things that she wasn't aware she was doing. It was natural. Harry liked natural. He loved Khai.
"Really wish I didn't wear my hair down today," Khai complained, raking her fingers through her thick black hair.
Harry chuckled. "You look beautiful," he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. "Even with your hair all over your face and ketchup on your cheek."
Khai rolled her eyes, knowing for a fact that she did not have ketchup on her cheek and Harry was just being his normal cheeky self. Out of habit though, she wiped her left cheek just to make sure.
"My father is leaving for the weekend," Harry says.
Khai looks at Harry with her big brown Bambi eye. "When did you find out?"
"About two days ago," he shrugged.
Khai chucked her napkin at her lover. "And you're just telling me this because!?"
Ignoring her question, Harry took another bite of his ham sandwich. "I'm taking you out this Saturday and you," he poked her nose "are sleeping over."
"But my m-"
"I already told Violet to take care of it."
Khai looked at Harry I'm disbelief. She knew him as a man of his word. A mixture of excitement and anxiety coursed through her veins, curious as to where he would be taking her.
"Where are yo-"
"It's a surprise," he smirked revealing his two prominent dimples that Khai thought could harbor immigrants.
"Stop cutting me off," she groaned. Harry laughed placing a kiss on her tinted skin. Oh how he loved her skin. The color, the texture; everything. He was baffled as to how his father could discriminate against someone so beautiful, so kind. Khai wears her heart on her sleeve. She's strong-minded. Strong, brave. Everything a woman should be, everything his father wanted him to find in a girl. So why was he against this?
Harry couldn't give less of a shit about Khai's skin color. It's her personality that drew him back.
"You know I love you, right?"
Khai looks at Harry with soft eyes and a kind smile. "I love you more, baby."
"Not possible."
After sharing a sweet, passionate kiss, the couple stands up after hearing the bell, signifying the end of fifth period. They both walk hand in hand, Harry more than excited for Journalism and Khai dreading Chemistry.
You should write another!!! I'd read it for sure.
7/24/15