seraphic [h.s]

chapter twenty five.

Harry.

She was in my head.

I still couldn't quite grasp the exact moment she eased her way in. She did it without knowing. Of course she did. She had the power to do just about anything and then some, but she didn't know that.

Feeling the sweat drip down the nape of my neck, I could still see her sunset eyes in my vision. It felt like when you'd look at the sun, straight into its burst of yellow brightness, knowing that the tiny globe would blind you for the smallest second afterwards. It was dangerous. But I couldn't help myself.

Her deep amber eyes almost matched her hair, not quite, but there was still that caramel swirl that became noticeable when it caught the light.

I packed up my sticks, clicking them into the case, relieved that the gig was over because all I wanted to do was be home. As much as I hated to admit it, home began to be wherever she was. I wanted my arms around her, I wanted to breathe in her delicate scent— knowing the hint of coconut came from the set of shampoo and conditioner she religiously kept on the shower base.

Summer was my least favourite season. It was sticky, it was hot, it was never an enjoyable experience. My hopes were lower than low coming here, knowing I'd have to spend most of the weeks with my bestfriends family. That was always a drainer— nice of them to offer, but ultimately never ideal. It was until she started showing up everywhere, popping her sad little eyes up at almost every corner I'd turn. She intrigued me. Only then did my days start to feel lighter.

But she wasn't supposed to intrigue me. She was off limits. Way off limits that I didn't even want to think about the repercussions of what would happen if anybody found out about whatever we had going on. I wanted to make her summer enjoyable, she looked like she needed it. She looked like she needed something— anything— that would make her life worth holding on to. But she wasn't supposed to make my summer enjoyable.

I'd seen girls like her before— not fulfilled in their life, basically shunned by their parents. They would all search for something better, or they would rebel until they got the attention that they wanted. But what made Mabel different was that, she didn't search for anything more, nothing better. She didn't rebel until she got her fix. She just went along. Faced things that came to her, did things that got suggested to her. All the while plastering that fake smile on her soft cheeks.

I could see the small fire underneath her gorgeous fucking skin. But it was flickering and tame and she made sure not to let it stray too far. I wanted so badly to see her let go, to see her face when she realised how fun life was when the fire was out of control and untameable. She'd get there one day. I knew she would. I just wished I'd be able to see the whole process unfold.

"Good fuckin' song man. Keep goin' like that and we'll be over the whole globe in no time." Leon slapped a hand to my back, smiling in my face while his dreads covered his eyes. I knew it was a good song, I knew I'd been able to write two great songs so far and that was only because of the little sister I was supposed to stay away from.

I knew she hated being called that. It was true though. And I couldn't fuckin' forget it.

I threw him a grin, "I want a bigger percentage than the rest of you if I'm writing all the songs." He let out a hearty laugh, knowing I was talking out of my ass. I owed them everything for coming into my life at a time I needed them most, I'd write all the songs they'd need me to if it meant they knew how deep my respect ran for them all. And that was where I sunk ship. Because I wouldn't allow myself to risk anything that could potentially end the life we'd built for ourselves. For once in my life, I had to be smarter than that.