nights; h.s.

15

fifteen

brooklyn

I was super anxious going to school on Monday. Everyone was pretty much buzzed and might not remember the incident but the huge fucking bruise on my forehead and ribs say otherwise. I told my mom about he incident and she insisted on calling the cops. It's been almost 2 days and as far as I know they're still trying to find them.

Junior ended up having an early Lacrosse practice meaning that my mother had already left for work and I had to walk to school on my own.

I sat on my kitchen island staring hard into my bowl of oatmeal unable to eat. I was so afraid of getting jumped again. The skin around my abdomen was practically numb from all the ice packs I slept in. The bruises hurt so bad, but my x-ray said their was no fractured or broken ribs.

A familiar ringtone buzzed through the air and into my ears and I immediately rushed to my back pack where my phone was ringing from. Without checking the caller ID, I went ahead and swiped it open.

"Hello?" I said, dumping my oatmeal into the trash. "Hey, Brooklyn. Its Harry. Are you home?"

I smiled wide, hoping on every star that he was offering me a ride. "Im outside." He told me and I laughed of joy, leaving my plate on the sink and grabbing my back, rushing out the front door.

I got into Harry's car shoving my key inside my bag before giving him a kiss. "Thank you" I whispered and he just smiled, pulling out of my driveway. "How are you feeling?"

"Nothing is broken, I'm good." I smiled back at Harry even though it was killing me. In a few minutes we were at the school, he parked in his usual spot and we both entered the vicinity.

***

I walked out of last period, I had detention for being late, during lunch so when the time beckoned upon me to escape I gratefully took it. (lol private schools usually give out detentions during lunch mine does) I couldn't exactly wait in the halls for Harry to stumble upon me so I just decided to walk out to his car and hopefully he'd give me a ride home. By some catch I found the green eyed boy waiting by the front doors.

"Hi," he smiled kissing me on my cheek and I giggled, unclutching the strings of my backpack. "Hi." I greeted him quietly. He began to ramble on about how he hated his English teacher and how his marking system was messed up. I wish I could focus on what he was saying, but I couldn't quite focus on anything.

We reached his car, and I sat in the passenger seat hugging my maroon back pack close to my chest. I couldn't help but notice that we fell into an uncomfortable silence that I do desperately wanted to break. Harry beat me to it.

"My nana has a book club meeting every Monday night. And she gets home pretty late so the house is empty." Harry said, pulling out of the parking lot. I looked over to him and smirked.

"Is this an after school booty call?" I asked giggling and he sent me a one sided smile. "Ah, shit she's on to us." He said looking down at his 'little friend' I laughed, playfully hitting his arm. We drove into Harry's neighbourhood which was mostly occupied by old white ladies, who must love him and his little dimpled cheeks.

He finally was able to hold my hand, and he helped me up the stairs into his room. I threw down my backpack immediately flopping back first onto his king sized bed, he lied down next to me. I pulled out my phone for my back pocket and texted Junior that I'm not walking him home today. He responded with a series of black prayer hand emojis.

Harry just stared at me the whole time.

I sat there, acting as if I didn't notice it but his gaze was kind of heart stopping. I made myself cringe. "When you stare at me," I started, "you give me anxiety." I said to him and he just began to laugh as if it was funny.

"You're so beautiful" he said with the biggest smile on his face. I covered the side of my face he was staring at with my hand. "Stop, you're stressing me out." I giggled and he laughed too, leaning over and forcing my hand away from my cheek before attacking them with kisses.

I giggled switching off my phone and allowing him to kiss me on the mouth. Our lips moved in such a synced movement that you'd probably think they were choreographed. I straddled Harry, shifting around so I was comfortable. His hand went to my ass almost immediately, I felt him smile through the kiss. I pulled away slightly, "been waiting for that one, haven't you?" I asked and he laughed, biting his lip. "Maybe." He said before our lips locked again. Harry sat up, pulling off his t-shirt first. His tan skin was littered with simple black tattoos, I couldn't help but notice a b on the side of his chest.

"Oh, god..please tell me you didn't-"

"Relax, it's just paint.... I would've gotten your full name." He laughed leaning in for another kiss. He drifted from my cheeks to my jaw and down to my neck before slowly lifting my tie-dye shirt off my body.

I pushed him back down onto the pillows and kissed down his chest, and down his stomach.
I reached the hem of his jeans and flashed my eyes back up at him and he just shook his head chuckling.

"Im falling for you, Brooklyn."