Sunshine | H. S.

5

Harry won his first Grammy holy shit!!! I feel like a proud mom he's come so far.

Harry

As soon as she walks into the store I recognize her. Even though we don't really know each other. Even though she left.

I still can't wrap my head around why her leaving before I woke up hurt me. I know I've done the same thing more than once and it usually wouldn't affect me that a girl just takes off after a meaningless one-night-stand. But I still remember waking up after what was probably the most mind blowing sex I've ever had and not feeling her warmth beside me. Instead I felt the sharp pain of disappointment.

I was strangely nervous when I asked her to let me take her home, even though I tried really hard to play it cool and act like the feeling she gave me was nothing extraordinary. But I know it was.

Contrary to her belief I had noticed her at that house party the previous weekend. She looked so effortless but gorgeous. I don't think jeans and a t-shirt have ever looked better. I was attracted to her immediately because of how pretty she is and because of that bright sparkle in her eyes. And after I saw her talk to that girl so confidently, taking initiative like it was no big deal I was sort of disappointed because I assumed that she liked girls but she was also immediately ten times more attractive.

It takes balls, or in this case ovaries, to walk up to someone like that, even if guys often like to pretend that it doesn't.

So I got my shit together that friday and approached her while she was sitting there alone, immersed in whatever was on the screen of her phone. And then a few minutes later, the fact that she kissed me first was something that had never happened before. I've never been with a girl that makes the first move like that. Sure, they flirt and are forward but no one has ever kissed me for the first time. I always initiate it. And it always feels like a step towards sex, a meaningless hurdle I need to jump over. It's never just because I want to kiss the other person. Except with her. I would have been more than happy with just a kiss and her phone number.

And holy shit. The kiss just made me lose composure completely, which is probably, no definitely, why I asked her to go back to my place with me. I was so glad when she did and I had noticed that I made her nervous and I felt the same urgency and emotion in the way she kissed me, so I expected her to at least stay until I woke up.

But when I found myself alone in bed saturday morning I hoped that she had left a note with her number or something.

Nothing. That was when the disappointment really hit me. But there was no way I would let her know that, now that she walked into the shop I work at by chance.

I take a second to look at her before I approach her, taking advantage of the fact that there's no way she'll notice me because of how focused on the records she's looking at she is.

She looks so pretty. I mean, she looks even prettier in daylight. Now I can see the exact shade of caramel of her curls, the hazel sheen in her eyes and the tattoos scattered on her arms. She is really tiny compared to me and looks quite delicate because of her clothes and her long hair that is in two braids right now. But the tattoos, some of which I know for a fact are hiding under her clothes and the way she carries herself give her some sort of an edge, like she's the most beautiful woman alive but could still kick my ass despite being barely 5'4.

Even though it's just the third time I'm seeing her, Sophie has this strange spell over me, commanding my attention without trying or noticing. I walk up to her, because if I stare at her any longer she's probably going to notice me, and that would be so, so awkward.