Lone [MATURE HS]

Chapter 15.

n. i be breaking it down to this song at parties. ;) there's a lot of Spanish in this chapter but I will translate everything at the end of each paragraph in order. hope ya'll enjoy!

"Stay still, baby." I gently rub the concealer across the bruises on his jaw. Thankfully, they're very light, but knowing my family, they would notice anything. And I rather have them not ask questions about Harry's bruises.

So we sit in his car, while I dab it on his jaw. He rolls his eyes, still pissed that I made him walk into the pharmacy and grab a twelve dollar concealer, which I spent fifteen minutes picking out the correct shade for him.

"Roll your eyes at me again," I dare, stopping my prodding to glare at him.

Harry breaks out into a smirk as I do, and he pecks my lips quickly before asking, "Are you almost done?"

"Yes. Just a little more. I can't have my mom asking questions, she won't let it rest," I explain, continuing to rub the substance on his cheek, rubbing it in carefully to make sure it's blended and not blotchy. I cap the concealer again once I'm done examining his face.

We get out of his car, then. A hand fell at the bottom of my exposed back, the touch almost protective as we crossed the street -- one packed with different cars. I could hear the faint pounding of the music once we neared the back door of the house.

Harry did not seem that nervous, considering his attention was directed mostly at me. The whole drive here, he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. Hazardous, if I may say. Or at the parking lot of the apartment complex, he pressed me lightly against his car and smeared my lipstick with the hard kiss he gave me. To say the least, he had half of it on by the time he pulled away, which was another extra ten minutes to reapply and get it off of him.

I pushed the back door open, letting the sound of music and the smell of beer pour outside. We escaped the chilly air from outside and walked into the kitchen.

I look back at Harry, squeezing his hand. He gives me a slight smile in return. The music is loud here, faintly pounding against the yellow walls and flowery wallpaper, but much louder in the basement. It's a familiar merengue, one that nearly everyone here knows. Even the kids.

Speaking of kids, there were many small children running around in the living room an archway away from the kitchen. I saw Leeoni, faint makeup and dark skirt on. She had a white blouse on, rocky jewelry hanging from her neck and matching earrings to go. Her voice immediately breaks ground when she shouts at the kids to stop running.

"Leeoni," I called, my hand still in Harry's. When she turns, she looks briefly at me, but all the attention is directed towards my six foot, handsome boyfriend that will surely knock the air out of her lungs. Leeoni, being the short woman she is, looks up at him with wide eyes before waiting for me to initiate the introduction. "Este es mi novio, Harry. Harry, this is a close family friend, Leeoni." This is my boyfriend, Harry.

Leeoni smiles widely and immediately rushes to give him a kiss on the cheek. Harry looks at me with wide eyes before grinning down at the small woman, bending to allow her to do the welcoming initiation. I smile to myself, letting go of Harry's hand. "Que hombre tan bello! Mucho gusto --eh, nice to meet you, Harry!" She tries her best to say, her thick accent obvious. What a beautiful man! "Tara, you look so grown up. Mucho cuidado!" Be very careful.

We can't even let Harry get a word in as the children rush into the kitchen, wanting some soda. They're screaming at the top of their lungs, which irritates Leeoni, and she screams back to quiet them down. I glance over at Harry, seeing he's unaffected by the loudness of what is only a tiny portion of my family. That is a great sign.