I hadn't talked to Harry or Kelly since the night when I cried. I hadn't seen them since either.

I didn't want to see them, but I did. It was weird. They reminded me of my tears, but also of comfort.

I was a mess.

I had been busy working on many reports and trying to finish some books. I hadn't been worried about them as much as I should have.

Veronica called. I still didn't answer. Didn't listen to her voice mails of anything.

I think that's what I do. I shut and cut off the world from me because I don't want to hear bad news or anything really. I just want things to stay the same, so I put myself in isolation.

I was never a person to go out with friends much or stay in groups, unless when we got high or drunk. I always liked silence and being independent. Always did, and always will.

I didn't enjoy company much. I just didn't. It didn't matter that person, I just didn't.

As I was thinking these thoughts, I came upon a Starbucks... Again.

I was walking on the street right now, and was in the mood for some writing.

It was Saturday, 3 days since the letter incident.

As I walked in, I, of course, was met with those green, sparkling eyes.

What the fucking hell? How do I always end up meeting him here?

He was dressed in dark, black skinny jeans. Plain, white shirt, that you could see his tattoos through. Hair was tossed up into messy curls. As usual.

He smiled when I looked at him. He walked over to me, as I picked out a booth.

"Are you stalking me or something?" Was the first thing that he said to me.

"No, but are you?" I questioned back.

He laughed. "Nope. Just came for some coffee. What are you doing here?"

"I am finishing up some reports. Fun." I lied.

"Sounds very fun," he took a sip from his coffee. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in a couple of days."

"I could say the same for you. And I'm okay. Still living."

He smiled. "I've been having to do a couple reports also. And party, of course."

I laughed. He spoke again.

"Talked to Kelly?"

"No. I haven't seen her since Wednesday."

"Oh," was a he said.

I sat down in the booth as he watched me.

"Anyways, want to join me?"

I couldn't believe I asked that, but I did. I don't know what has gotten into me.

Harry smiled so big, I thought it hurt.

"I would love to join you." He sat down, and continued. "Now, what are you really working on? I know you were lying."

"I just came to write." I admitted.

"Write?"

"Yes, write."

"No," he laughed. "What do you write?"

"Anything, really." I muttered.

"What do you mostly write?"

"Stories and songs," I admitted again.

"I would love to hear them sometimes." He grinned.

"I'm sure you would, but sorry. I don't show people my work." I said, smiling and teasingly.

"Oh, come on." He whined.

"Maybe some day."