tuesday [l.s au]

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The small cafe keeps me company as I sit in the small corner booth with my sister, Lottie. We have been sitting here for twenty minutes at most.

A man with beautiful brown curled hair stands in front of me, taking an old couples order. He turns around and gives us a warm welcoming smile.

"I'll be right there!" He says. His strong, deep british accent alarms me. I have never heard such a beautiful voice that is so deep and dangerous, yet so pretty and calming.

I study the man as he walks to the counter. Tattoos litter his entire body. I smile at the thought of him having tattoos, and each one having some deep meaning to them. The first tattoo I notice is the ship tattoo on his arm. It's a unique idea, and I like that about him as far as I know him. His uniqueness of style and his very attractive smile.

My thoughts interupt as I notice him walking back out with a huge bright smile on his face. Dimples pop out and I smile to myself. This man was so beautiful.

"Are you ready to order?" He asks. I look up at him. His green orbs are staring into mine.

"Y-yeah." I stutter. God damn my shyness.

"So what would you like?" He asks. Lottie looks through the menu then gives me a look. She raises her eyebrows. I put a confused look on my face before I realize shes gesturing me that he's looking at me.

"Um, we'll both have one order of chicken and dumplings." Lottie replies. He nods and writes the orders down on a notepad. He takes the menus, turns around, and begins walking, but stops.

"By the way," He turns back around, a smirk settling on his defined face. "My name is Harry."

The wait was not actually long at all. It took about 5 whole minutes for both meals to be completed. Harry gives us the food and sits on the stool, watching me intently. I shift uncomfortably the whole time, but I don't mind. I was looking at him too. What we were doing was like a cycle; a very odd and weird cycle.

When Lottie and I were finished, we put the bowls in front of the table. Harry rushes over and grabs the bowls, "Can we have the check?" Lottie asks. Harry shakes his head no.

"This is my treat, you all go ahead." He smiles. Was he really giving us a free meal?

"No." Lottie shakes her head, "I need to pay something." Harry gives another cute smile.

"The treat I've gotten was you bringing this cute lad." He replies, looking into my eyes once again. My cheeks turn a bright red.

He winks at me once before turning on his heel and walking back to the kitchen.

When he disappears, I realise my lips are parted a bit. Shaking the captivating man out of my head, I look at Lottie who's jaw is dropped, lips forming a open mouthed smile.

"If you don't tap that, I will."

"He's obviously into guys, Lottie." I roll my eyes at her.

"Cmon, lets get out of here." She smirks at me and picks up her large purse before walking toward the exit, me following in suit.

But not before leaving a decent tip on the table.

***

When we get back to the apartment, Lottie heads to grab our weekly mail. I walk to the old elevator and click floor 5. The elevator takes some time to get up, but cooperates fine. I walk to the door and fiddle in my pocket for the keys. The familiar feeling of a bird keychain comes in contact in my hand, and I can't help but chuckle. I unlock the door and drop my keys on the side table.

I head to my room and grab the leather brown journal. The ride back had me thinking of this book; the book I wrote my feelings in. And I cannot imagine the last time I wrote in this thing. I open the brown cover and flip through the old and ripped pages. I found the new blank page and started writing.

"I met a new lad at the cafe today, Harry. His name is alarming and dangerous, and I was attracted to it. I couldn't tell if he was fucking with me, or flirting. It was hard to tell behind his perfect smile. I wonder if he had braces...

That wasn't the point; at all actually. When my eyes landed on him, I was in a different world it felt like. Like I was protected and safe. He seems like the boy who would do anything to protect loved ones, even if it takes hurting someone, including himself.

I wanted to get his number, god I wish I could've. But I of course, had to be so nervous that my palms shaked just when I talk to him.  There's no way I can dare asking for his phone number.

One major thing I noticed about him is his large hands, they could fit perfectly in mine. Little spoon + Big spoon. ♥

The heart was an added detail that I liked, it added more feeling and potential in my opinion.

I doubt I will see him again, I wish I can see him everyday, but life isn't that kind about the things I want.

I'm not admitting I have a crush on this boy, not yet. I want to know him first, but yet I can't hurt him in any physical way possible.

"Louis! Your pills came in! They got your refill!" Lottie yells from across the hall. I sigh, 

"Okay Lottie, thank you." I put the notebook under my pillow and the pen on the bedside table. I saunter down to the kitchen, to see Lottie with her friend, Eleanor. I grunt in annoyance and take the pill bottle and head my way to the bathroom.

"Hello to you too Mr. Tomlinson." Eleanor chuckles. God, I hate her. Her and her sassiness to be exact.

"Hi El." I huff. I shut the bathroom door and twist the bottle cap open. I read the heading, 2 pills every 5-6 hours..

I shrug, popping 3 in my mouth. Not to be a rebel, but maybe one small change can become a huge difference.

I secure the cap back on the bottle and put it in the pill basket, and stick it in the cabinet. I switch the light off and head back to my room.

I lay on my bed and face the ceiling. What can I do through my freetime? Read? Watch a movie?

The only thing I could ever think of was think of him.

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Chapter one! I'm sooo excited guys!

Beware for mega feels and loads of drama :)