• Hazzy •




"Hi Louis, I'm Harry, you know the one who brought you home yesterday, here's your shirt you left in my car cause you got sick on it a little, I washed it."

"Hi Louis, here's the..."

No.

Just walk over to him and say something.

I walk forward, towards the blue eyed boy who stole my heart all those weeks ago.

I take a breath, so close now I can kind of smell his sweet smell combined with my own.

Is he wearing my sweater?

And finally I dare to touch him, lightly tap his shoulder, merely to get his attention. And when he turns it's as if his eyes cast a spell on me, keep me in their hold, captured and willing to stay frozen in the stare.

But he turns too fast due to shock, the remnant of the cup he was just taking to throw away land on my shirt, the black coffee staining it.

"Oops."

"Hi."

I smile, grin if you will.

I couldn't care less for the coffee stains that will probably never leave my shirt and will forever mark this day.

I just smile.

"Harry! I'm so sorry for your shirt, I'll make it up to you, let me get you your Caramel Ma-"

"No! Let me take you on a date, that'll do."

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THE END.

Yes indeed that's it guys, I finally finished my short story in what is probably the most horrible way ever, but I had it planned out like that since the beginning and while writing it I realised just how weird the end actually sounds but I really wanted the oopshi so I'm not going to change it.

I hope you enjoyed this story, I apologise for mistakes which are probably everywhere (keep in mind, my first language isn't English).

I thank you all for reading.

X Emma.