The Immortal One.

Scarlettes life has change drastically the past year and has been sent to a reform school where she meets 'him'. This is a Punk Harry Styles fan fic. Please read. Updates will be every couple of days. Please share the story around too!! Thanks!
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9. The Immortal One. 9


Chapter 9;

 

*Harry's POV*

 

Scarlette just opened up to me about her past. She finally trusts me. I didn't know what to say to her after she told me though. It was so personal. I held her close as she cried into my shoulder. A few minutes pass and she is still crying. I can tell this is something that effected her greatly. We of course it did. She lost her brother and she blames herself. It's not her fault, she didn't know. She slowly looked up at me. Her eyes red and puffy. Her mascara had run down her face and onto my white v-neck. Her crying had bought out the colour of her eyes so much more. They went from a pretty pale blue to a deep aqua. They were beautiful. 
"Your shirt." She said through muffled tears
"It's all black from my mascara. I'm so sorry!!"
"Scarlette, it's just a shirt. It's fine. It will live." I had realized I hadn't chosen the right wording for the situation.
"Ahh.. Want to talk a walk?" I stood up still holding her close after she gave a slight nod.
I took her hand and lead her towards a small bridge that give a pathway between the 2 sides of land. On the other side of us, was a forest area. The trees looked dead and dark, the air was muggy and constricting. I didnt plan on going that far accross the bridge. Scarlette clung close to me, gripping my right arm with a lot of strength as we crossed the bridge. It was quite old and rickety, swaying slightly each step we took. I stopped in the middle, and stood facing her. Her face had gone down in redness but her eyes still had that brilliant aqua colour in them. The light reflected off them beautifully. My height towered over hers. Her curls swayed in the wind sending strands everywhere. 
"Scarlette... I..."
"Why do you always call me Scarlette and not Scar?"
"Because your name is so beautiful and it doesn't deserved to be shortened."
"Oh..." She blushed and started to twirl her hair between her fingers. 
"Thanks... What were you saying before I cut you off?" 
"Ahh.. Um.. I... Nothing. It doesn't matter." I smiled weakly. My nerves got the better of me. I started walking back when she got hold of my arm.
"You sure?"
"Yeah.. I'm sure." 
She smiled at me then interlocked her fingers with mine as we walked back to the blanket. I sat down but she still stood. 
"You going to sit down or not?" I said laughing. 
"I want to go swimming." She said turning around to me with a giant grin planted on her face.
No way. It was freezing. She would freeze. 
"Haha.. Ah. You sure about that one. It's pretty cold out here and I can guarantee that it will be even colder in there."
She laughed and ran to me. 
"Come on!!" 
She pulled me over the the river bed and stood infront of me. She undid the few buttons done up at the bottom of my blazer and took it off. She then reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head. 
"You can manage them right?" She questioned notioning it to my jeans. I laughed and undid the belt, letting my jeans fall to my ankles and stepped out of them, leaving me in only my boxers. 
"Wow." She said, mouth agape
"You're so toned. So muscly. So... Wow." She was bewildered.
I chuckled and moved towards her. Lifting the bottom of her shirt over her head, then her singlet. I went to help her with her jeans but she insisted she could manage. I laughed slightly once again. Once we were both left in underwear she grabbed my hand and we ran into the river I'd say was about 2 degrees. Instantly she froze. She laughed and tried to warm herself up by swimming but her muscles constricted the movement. I swam to where she was effortlessly.
"Ar...enn't y-yyou c-c-cold?" She stuttered through her teeth
"Nope. Nice and warm."
She looked at me with wide eyes. 
"Right.." She moved close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You are warm. How are you not cold? That's crazy!!"
"I don't feel the cold."
She nuzzled into the crook of my neck, keeping herself warm. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tight, trying to help with keeping her warm. She bought her head up from my neck to meet my eyes. Her eyes had gone back to their original colour. We stared into each others eyes passionatly not looking away. This was my chance, I knew I could. I leant down towards her, our lips close. I moved in slowly, incase she wasn't comftable. I was still looking into her eyes, occassionally looking back at her lips. Her grip around my neck tightened as I got close. Her breathing started to increase. I could hear it. Finally, only centimeters away I crashed my lips to hers. It wasn't like our first one. This one was more passionate and meaningful. It was like that for the first several seconds, but soon we both got desperate. I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist. It got more intense. Her hands moved from my neck to my hair like the first time. She pulled on it as I moved from her lips to her neck. I started to walk back through the water towards the bank, with her still on me. We got back to the blanket and we had still kept our bodies in contact. I layed her down on the blanket and crouched next to her, still not breaking our connection. Our lips moved in sync. She moved her hands once again from my hair and down to my back, running her fingers up and down. Our connection was broken suddenly when she pulled away and gasped.
"Your back... What happened?" She stumbled.
"No.. You weren't supposed to know about that." I stood up abruptly, going down to the river bed to get our clothes. 
"What do you mean 'I wasn't supposed to know that' Harry? What's going on? What are they!" She said starting to raise her voice.
"You've seen too much. This was a bad idea." 
I tugged on my jeans and started walking away. 
"Harry. Wait. I'm sorry. Come back!" She cried pulling her shirt over her still wet body. 
And just like that. I was gone. Back inside. I just left her there, hanging once again. I stormed throught the dorm door. Niall wasn't in. He was obviously with his mates practicing the guitar. I was fustraited and angry. With myself mainly. I flopped on my bed sending flying into the air. It glowed as it came back to me, landing in the palm of my hand. 
" This isn't mine.. What? Who would.. No. No no no no. He can't be."


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