The Way You Look Tonight
Beautiful Conversation
Lalaine's POV
"Fuck it's too chilly. I didn't expect this kind of cold for it's going to be summer next month. Shit shit. I hate colds. Please stay away from me." I thought rubbing my hands as soon as Harry went towards my group of friends.
Afterwards, Harry runned back towards me, tugging his blue tux from his arm. I wonder if he feels too warm with the breeze of the air... He gave a heart attacking smile on me, then handling me the tux. He said I can use it for good. At first I refused it because I'm not really used it wearing tux. But ugh, I needed it. So for the next attempt, I let Harry wear me his tux. I felt warmth and relief.. I thanked Harry for the tux and then went back to normal.
I started our conversation asking him what did he tell about my friends. My voice was dry and rough because of awkwardness from the tux. He stared at me for a while and joked. Faggot. He always try to joke. Though its nice as well.. We had so many conversations. Starting from his apology again and to the rest of the afternoon with them. I've known Anne and Gemma, who were his beloved ladies. Des, Robin.. Sort of his life before One Direction. His work, personality. Really about himself. Sometimes, I really get insecure. He told me he can do whatever he likes. No school. Parties. Fame.
"Um Haz, can you pause for a while?" I said in a soft voice, eyes on my shoes. "I really um, I really need to sit down. I can't walk and stand for longer time enough."
He giggled and pointed to a bench. "C'mon princess. I'll give you your throne out there." Suddenly, he carried me in a wedding style posistion towards the bench.
"Fuck you Harry! Put me down. I'm not paralyze or something. Shit. Harry!!!!!" I protested, forcing him to put me down. He just chuckled and stared at me til I landed from the bench.
"Shit Harry. Don't ever-"
"Shhhh. It's midnight. Everyone in London were expected to be fast asleep bow." He said in an annoying smirk from his face, a forefinger pressed on my lips.
"Whatever creepy guts!!!" I toned, rolling my eyes and focusing on the scenery in front of us. Palazzo was really a great place. It glistened my night along with the blue star on me.
"The way you look tonight is so perfect Laine." Harry said in a completely serious accent.
I stared at him. He was in a serious look. "Oh, thank you. You too Haz." I grinned and then leaned on his shoulder. I felt warmth and too protective as he laid his arms on my waist. Shit is this awkward? We both shut in silence after a while. It's great and perfect.
On Harry's muscled arms, I remembered the guy whom I sucked. I don't know. He just popped on my head suddenly. I stared at Harry's perfect looks. His emerald eye shimmers from the light of Palazzo. I checked his long sleeves. It has the same design with the fucking boy who beat me. Whom I'd sucked. His intoxicating scent was slightly the same on the guy's. I felt my body tensed up. I gripped Harry, hugging him too tight. I don't know. What if he's the one? Oh my God. I can't forgive myself.. I examined his features again. Now, a flaw on his bow tie was showed. It was the same as my lip gloss after I sucked the guy. Shit shit. I closed my eyes and took a deep fresh breath. I thought of the shades. A while ago, Hailey and Carlyn told me about Harry, he was the boy who was wearing shades....
I opened my eyes. I was very shocked when a pair of eye locked on mine. I'm tensing up. My nerves were shaking. Sweaty palms. I cut my look on him. Shit, how long was he staring at me like that?
Harry let go his arms on my waist. "Um sorry. Laine, you okay? You look frightened. What are you thinking?" He said in concerned.
"O-ooh, nothing. Um Harry I should.. g-go now. It's nearly 3 in the morning." I said, voice cracking.
We both agreed to go home for God's sake. We went inside the hall again. Party was still going on. Some were drunk and others were so knarkered. I gave my goodbye to my friends who were not even in a good fucking condition.
"Good bye Laine." They all chorused in slur.
"Fuck it's too chilly. I didn't expect this kind of cold for it's going to be summer next month. Shit shit. I hate colds. Please stay away from me." I thought rubbing my hands as soon as Harry went towards my group of friends.
Afterwards, Harry runned back towards me, tugging his blue tux from his arm. I wonder if he feels too warm with the breeze of the air... He gave a heart attacking smile on me, then handling me the tux. He said I can use it for good. At first I refused it because I'm not really used it wearing tux. But ugh, I needed it. So for the next attempt, I let Harry wear me his tux. I felt warmth and relief.. I thanked Harry for the tux and then went back to normal.
I started our conversation asking him what did he tell about my friends. My voice was dry and rough because of awkwardness from the tux. He stared at me for a while and joked. Faggot. He always try to joke. Though its nice as well.. We had so many conversations. Starting from his apology again and to the rest of the afternoon with them. I've known Anne and Gemma, who were his beloved ladies. Des, Robin.. Sort of his life before One Direction. His work, personality. Really about himself. Sometimes, I really get insecure. He told me he can do whatever he likes. No school. Parties. Fame.
"Um Haz, can you pause for a while?" I said in a soft voice, eyes on my shoes. "I really um, I really need to sit down. I can't walk and stand for longer time enough."
He giggled and pointed to a bench. "C'mon princess. I'll give you your throne out there." Suddenly, he carried me in a wedding style posistion towards the bench.
"Fuck you Harry! Put me down. I'm not paralyze or something. Shit. Harry!!!!!" I protested, forcing him to put me down. He just chuckled and stared at me til I landed from the bench.
"Shit Harry. Don't ever-"
"Shhhh. It's midnight. Everyone in London were expected to be fast asleep bow." He said in an annoying smirk from his face, a forefinger pressed on my lips.
"Whatever creepy guts!!!" I toned, rolling my eyes and focusing on the scenery in front of us. Palazzo was really a great place. It glistened my night along with the blue star on me.
"The way you look tonight is so perfect Laine." Harry said in a completely serious accent.
I stared at him. He was in a serious look. "Oh, thank you. You too Haz." I grinned and then leaned on his shoulder. I felt warmth and too protective as he laid his arms on my waist. Shit is this awkward? We both shut in silence after a while. It's great and perfect.
On Harry's muscled arms, I remembered the guy whom I sucked. I don't know. He just popped on my head suddenly. I stared at Harry's perfect looks. His emerald eye shimmers from the light of Palazzo. I checked his long sleeves. It has the same design with the fucking boy who beat me. Whom I'd sucked. His intoxicating scent was slightly the same on the guy's. I felt my body tensed up. I gripped Harry, hugging him too tight. I don't know. What if he's the one? Oh my God. I can't forgive myself.. I examined his features again. Now, a flaw on his bow tie was showed. It was the same as my lip gloss after I sucked the guy. Shit shit. I closed my eyes and took a deep fresh breath. I thought of the shades. A while ago, Hailey and Carlyn told me about Harry, he was the boy who was wearing shades....
I opened my eyes. I was very shocked when a pair of eye locked on mine. I'm tensing up. My nerves were shaking. Sweaty palms. I cut my look on him. Shit, how long was he staring at me like that?
Harry let go his arms on my waist. "Um sorry. Laine, you okay? You look frightened. What are you thinking?" He said in concerned.
"O-ooh, nothing. Um Harry I should.. g-go now. It's nearly 3 in the morning." I said, voice cracking.
We both agreed to go home for God's sake. We went inside the hall again. Party was still going on. Some were drunk and others were so knarkered. I gave my goodbye to my friends who were not even in a good fucking condition.
"Good bye Laine." They all chorused in slur.
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