Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

NINE

See You Again - Miley Cyrus
" 'Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes
Now I can't wait to see you again "
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Harry Styles

"Mirabelle?" I say after I see that perfect body I would recognize anywhere.

Her head swivels around quickly. Eyes catching mine.

There it is. There's that connection I feel when I'm with her. Tracing my eyes down to her hands finding, pliers and rope? That's kind of strange but who am I to judge.

I came here to get a new light fixture. Might as well make the place I'm living in fee like home. I've never really felt motivated to but today I just did. I finished work and decided to come straight here.

Speaking of work, I haven't heard about the article again and that usually means it was shit. Not surprised. Can I do something right?

No, Harry, you can't. So pay attention to the beautiful girl in front of you.

"Harry! It's so good to see you." her voice sounds through my thoughts.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here. But it's perfect actually, because I forgot to ask for your number like a dumb bitch." I say. Was that a stupid thing to say? Too forward? Did she even want my number?

"Okay good because I thought you didn't like me or something." She laughs with that amazing, harmonious voice.

Next thing I know,she's taking out her phone and handing it to me. My hands quickly typing my number in a new contact.

"Please. You are stunning, funny and very very fucking hot." Shit. Harry, that was idiotic.

"I could say the exact same to you. Mr. Perfect Hair and Jawline With Eyes That Are Made By the Gods."

Wait does she actually like me? Why? She's probably just joking.

" Hmmm. Interesting." I chuckle.

The next thing that came out, was a make or break. "Maybe since we both seem to feel the same, we could maybe see each other again?" I say.

"I'm very busy this week but of course next week." She says with a smile.

Nice going wanker, that's just an excuse. She doesn't want you.

"Perfect, and hey. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh, um, just getting some gardening supplies." Mirabelle answers, very nervous all of the sudden.

Why would she need pliers and rope for gardening? What if she's a serial killer? That would be crazy, haha.

I wouldn't put it past my luck though. Especially with my obsession with them. Fate is a crazy thing. Plus, I barely know this girl.

Harry. That's stupid.

Anyways.

I look back to Mirabelle and she is trying to avoid eye contact and I take that as my cue to leave.