@fishnets-fingers REST OF THE PART 18 FEEDACK IS HERE!!!!! <33333
[“Okay. This is a prime college make out hotspot but,” he pauses, looking around] wait those are real?? i didn't think so!!!
[“You did tell me you were bored from painting from reference pictures of the internet. So, I had to bring you out to the best spot in a college town,” he shrugs.] AWWWWW
[Birds chirping, a dull buzz of crickets from the trees.] all i can think right now is that it'd be fun to take a nap over there lmao
[“Phoebe?” She suggests hesitantly. She’s not an idiot. Phoebe went to school in Chapel Hill and she must have been the one to show Harry this.] who she? *squints*
[ “Don’t be mad I’d rather be here with you right now in the sun rather than come here when it’s dark and-“] i mean it' defo not pleasing to hear but why would she be mad?
[“Please you have to be blind to not notice that she’s very very attractive. Light blonde, upturned button nose, legs that could go on for days. Please if you had passed up on that, I would smack you,” she laughs.] ahhh, why is t always some blonde chick??
[“What do you have planned for the flower braiding ceremony for your Aunt?”] oooh that sounds good!
[“Oh, like prayer things, lamps, and utensils for the ceremony and all. My grandmum shelled out money to buy those in silver and it’s got an antique look to it. Pretty cool. She insists that we now use them for every little thing so she can justify the money she spent on it,” she chuckles.] hahaha! niceeeeeeee!!
[“Sure I’d love to. I’ll even swing by early to get pictures of all you guys before it starts.”] not surprised <3
[Harry had just texted her out of the blue asking her to get ready for a date and to get her paints ready.] *grins*
[She envied women who could work with their bangs] there are those kind of women??
[Truth be told Harry had already got a peak at her work when he was sitting up straight, feeding her carrots dipped in hummus when she became snippy. He couldn’t help it, she was tiny and he had a better vantage.] heart: fluttering
[What he didn’t get to see was her reaching for her pencil again to sketch him in the paper, lazily lounging on his car as he soaked up the sunshine] i absolutely adore this woman
[“You don’t have to. I’ve been thinking of upgrading to something else and I wouldn’t have thought about doing it if you didn’t do that. So in a way, you’ve helped,” he says, not wanting her to spend her money. Plus, he was looking into getting something in gold after seeing all the gold she wears.] interesting. WAIT. THE GOLD CHOICE IS INSPIRED BY HER???? FUCKING AWWWWWWWWWWWWW
[“So that’s settled then. We’re not going.” He smiles in victory.] damn that was smart
[He always had this need to fill in uncomfortable silences. They most often felt awkward to him. But the silence with her was like falling asleep in the warmth of a sunbeam during the harsh winters. He was at ease. Although poets and movies described love as rainbows, a bolt of lightning, sparks flying, universe halting sensations, he came to the conclusion that the best kind of love was slow. Not like that fiery passionate displays of affection he was so used to watching in his precious romcoms.] shut up or else i'm gonna cry at 4pm.
[What he felt with Layla was like watching the sky slowly become dark with the promise of flickering stars. Like they were stitched together at the seams of a universe that ultimately didn’t belong to them. Like watching a flower bloom. Or watching a pot of stew bubble at the stovetop. Slow. Gentle. Sure. Peace. Fervent. Steady.] *tears up* *re-reads* *cries*
[She’d painted him. He feels his heart soar. He occupied a third of the art board. She got him exactly right. He could even make out the small Gucci on the frame of his sunglasses. His soft brown curls, the mole near his mouth, the tattoos on his arm, the floral design of his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, the black stipe that ran on his baby blue trousers, his rings, everything was there. Her attention to detail was incredible. She’d captured the bustle of the college town without actually experiencing it, all from a distance.] Honestly, if I could, I would throw Harry off the stage and play the role of Layla's boyfriend.
[ “You’re so talented baby,” he coos.] I agree.
[He liked peeling masking tape from her artwork] same!
[“I’m taking you to an art museum for our next date] not me already looking forward to it.
[“Come here,” he mutters, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his chest. She walks backwards, so she’s trapped between the cold shiny body of the car door and Harry. He leans down to press his lips to the top of her head, whiffing generously at the concoction that he was frankly getting addicted to - baby soap, coconut, cocoa butter and Charlie Red. “I love you.”] *tears up*
[“Thank you,” she whispers, face flushing a warmth at his admission, it still somehow made her want to pinch herself.-His body reverberates against hers as he laughs, head thrown back. Boyish and carefree.-“What?”-“Thank you?” He sputters between giggles. “Who says thank you after someone else I love you?!?”-“Shut up!”] fucking crying.
[“Hello hellos,” Layla beams at the screen, as her friends’ faces fill up their designated rectangles] I literally memorized this half as 'The one with loads of socializing' lmfao
[Susan and Heidi] SUSAN!! HAHA HEYY GURL!
[Granted the calls were fewer but it didn’t stop them from sending random memes on the group every single day.] we love some good memes 😌
I bet Susan seems a little too gentle to people at the first sight but then they're like: ah, so I was just breaking down a shield since these last 6 months? lmao, just my thoughts on her
[“That’s really sweet of you. Is it that middle aged Lebanese woman?” Layla asks.] I love that you used 'Lebanese' here
[“Lails, when are you leaving for New Orleans?”] *flashbacks of The vampire diaries and The originals*
[“Have you met her? She’d probably be there before they open up,” Grace comments and it makes them laugh.] 😂😂
[“Nice. I hope you land it, bitch. This way when you tell your family about Jake, you can throw a government job at their faces,” Susan says] YASSS!!!
[Grace reaches for her juul and takes a big puff, letting out the smoke.] wait what's that??
[Her asthma kicked up in minutes and it happened that she’d forgotten her inhaler at home that day] ohh :(
[“Yeah. It comes in loads of flavours and it’s basically vapour.”] I still didn't get it but okay 👍
[“Babe!” Jake calls out. “I got the Maggi you wanted.”] I already like him
[Jake pops up behind Grace. Hands coming to rest on her shoulders, massaging them. ] nods
[“No no. It’s Maggi,” Susan states. She pronounces it like the name ‘Maggie.’] *snorts*
[“Shit. He’s right.”] wait fr?? ...oh wow, my whole life was a lie
[He also fingered me right there in the open. There was no one there but still,” Grace grins proudly.] alright. now I believe that there love is deep deep.
[“I also managed to rip out the necklace from his neck. He was in dude heaven because of his job well done,” she laughs and the others join in too] 😂😂
[“Shut up. You literally have sex until one of you taps out. With dudes it’s over after he comes. Like if Jake comes too soon, he fingers me but he’s the only guy that’s ever done that. The other dudes I slept with just come and collapse without a care about you,” Heidi explains.] hmmm
[Not Harry. I literally have to push Harry away when he’s going down on me,” Layla says with a smug face.] *grins with narrowed eyes, if you know what I mean*
[“Oh no. They didn’t force you to take drugs, did they?” Heidi asks, sitting up straight.] it better not be that or else I'm jumping in through the fucking screen of my laptop
[She’s an architect and she’s just this gorgeous person you know. She’s this hard core queer activist, she is a professional kuchipudi dancer, and she’s very humble] ooooooooooohhh i like her
[“Both. I’ve been crushing on her quite hard and she came over to my house, along with her friends, when my parents were at work and we somehow ended up in the kitchen and I just kissed her.”] 🎶kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor🎶
[“Does Meghana know?” Heidi inquiries.] ...who dat?
[“Meghana says she wants a break for a while,” Ramya continues. “She wasn’t mad or anything. She’s just sad.”] that's not any better than her not being mad if I say so
[“I’m just scared that I’ll have to choose and I don’t know.”] ah
[“Why can’t I love both Meghana and Krishna?”] I mean- there is something like a poly relationship..
[“Guys, I think I might be polyamarous. I’m not just saying things because I can’t choose. But I’ve been the kid who had so much love to give to others. I’ve tried the monogamy route with Meghana and you guys know, it’s something I don’t side with. Meghana gets jealous when I talk or flirt with others but I’ve never really cared when she does it, even if the flirting leads to more. So yeah, I know you bois don’t agree with-“] OMG YAYY
[“Just because we don’t side with something doesn’t make us any less proud and you any less loved,” Grace reassures.] :)
[“Yes, bitch. Go be yourself unapologetically. That’s all we want for you,” Layla chimes in.] YASS!!
[“Thanks ladies.” Ramya wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I was just scared you guys would be disappointed in me.”] aw :(
[Layla notices something moving and finds a paper airplane flying into her room and landing softly at the foot of her bed.] :D
[Will you be able to come over and spend the night with me??
You won’t be here for five days and I just want a good cuddle that’ll keep me going that long.
I’ll even throw in a shoulder massage and let you scratch my back to help you doze off.
xox] ok now. I need to calm down.
[“Aiyo! How precious!” Heidi squeaks, with her hand on her chest.] LOVE THE AIYO!!
[These are Harry’s favourite types of mornings. When he wakes up to see his sweet girl deep in slumber beside him. She woke up with a jerk today and rolled over to his side, and he took that as an opportunity to ink some kisses on her skin. Secretly, he prefers morning sex. As much as Layla pouts to go brush her teeth beforehand, there’s something about the lazy, uncoordinated, unhurried gentleness of it all. He noticed that she was very reactive and sleep warm in the mornings, from having burrowed under the covers all night long. That’s how she ended up on top of him now, catching their breaths, basking in their post-coital bliss. Both bodies covered in a sheen of sweat they managed to work up. Harry found having her full weight on him to be comforting, like having his personal weighted blanket that was warm - her ice cube feet and hands being the only cons.] 💖💖💖💖💖
[“Har,” she props her head up, so she can look him in the eyes. “Please don’t make me feel guilty for wanting to experience things.”] aw hell naw
[“No, listen to me. I’ve dreamed of going to [New Orleans ever since I watched the Princess and the Frog. When we got to planning the trip, way before I booked my plane tickets for spending time with Auntie and Uncle, I just knew that Halloween and New Orleans together were right up the things I love. I mean think of me going cemetery tours at this time of the year and watching the Halloween parade at the French Quarter. Plus, the food. Ever since Earl and I made that gumbo from his wife’s recipe book - I was in love. I would love for you to join us. I really do. I had so much fun at the Smoky Mountains and Vermont but we’ve booked this months in advance.”] dayum
[“The grill bar downtown is hosting a horror movie trivia contest and I just thought about how much fun we would have. With you as my partner, I’m sure that coupon gift has our names on it. And there’s the town’s fall fair in Chapel Hill. It sucks that you’re not here, that’s all,” he tells her. His accent was much thicker with his sleep raspy drawl, it never failed to make Layla melt.] ohh
[“How about we have a trivia contest of our own? We could do it with Mitch and Sarah when we FaceTime again. We could do boys versus girls or couple versus couple. It could be fun,” she proposes.
“We could, I guess,” he replies, warily.
“Why do I have a feeling this is just not about the trivia contest?” She sighs, pushing a brown ringlet that stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.
“I just stupidly thought that we’d spend all our time together because you’ll be leaving in a soon,” he mumbles.
“It’s not stupid. I do really want to spend all my time with you too,” she reassures him. “I promise once I’m back from this trip, I’m all yours.”
“I’m sorry that I’m going to be leaving soon,” she continues. “I told you this before, let’s take it one day at a time, yeah?”
He nods. “I’m going to miss you so much, baby.”
“I’m gonna miss you too,” she coos, as she closes the distance between their lips] okay. this whole last half made me tear up. pass me a handkerchief, will you?
AND WE ARE DONE!! HURRAY HAHA! LOVED THIS MAYA <33333