𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 *UNDER RECONSTRUCTION*

one

Camila Navarro

The love we had was so  toxic. Our love was dumb, dark, and cheap, but loving you was cool, hot, and sweet. I womder  how we got to this place in our relationship? I want to know what I did to deserve this. Because all I can remember are all the sweet moments we shared kissing, smiling, and laughing, but how we got to this place of constant arguing and saying 'I hate yous'. I really need to know.

Let's start this from the beginning... It was the winter of my sophomore year of college 2019. I decided this was going to be the most pleasurable year ever to exist, but who knew everything would change the moment I met him. Who knew our love would be bitter.

It was snowing little snowflakes, the wind blowing my long dark wavy hair and the cool breeze hitting my face making my nose and cheeks red. I decided that afternoon to head down to the coffee shop and ordered my usual drink of hot chocolate, I walked inside the shop and then I see this tall guy with brown curly locks, pink plump lips, a sharp jawline, and these deep green orbs, I've never seen anything so beautiful as him before he had this captivating look he was perfect. The minute I saw his face my world froze. I saw his green eyes staring at me so profoundly that I felt my soul spark. He was gazing into my brown eyes as if he saw the light in my eyes. Fire ran through my body. Everything stopped at that moment. But who knew he would be the typical bad boy in the novels we read about, the one that would make you fall in love with him then the next moment breaks your heart.

"Hello love, what's your name?" The handsome man asked with a thick English accent.

At that moment when he asked me for my name my heart plummeted. It was banging so fast I didn't know what to say.

"It's C-Camila N-Navarro," I say while stuttering. "What's y-yours?" I try not to stutter but it's so hard not to when he's staring at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world.

"The name is Harold Styles but you can call me Harry, love." I lend my hand into a handshake and  this jolt of electricity ran over me. The moment our hands connected it felt as if it was meant to fit perfectly. When he said "love" it just got me all tingly, and it makes me anxious. He's a little intimidating.

"Hot Chocolate for Camila." The barista calls my name for my drink. I'm really glad she did because Harry's giving me a bad kind of butterflies and I don't know how to feel about it.

"Umm thanks, have a nice afternoon," I tell the barista and walk away, but as soon as I'm about to leave Harry grabs me by my arm.

"Wait, hold up." I turn around and I'm faced with him gazing at me so intensely it's making me flush.

"There's this party Friday night at my mate's house, you should come by." Did he just ask me to a party? I hardly know him.

"You're inviting a random girl you just met to your house party, you barely even know me, and I barely know you." I say while playing with the ring on my finger.

"I mean... we're getting to know each other right now." He says getting all cocky.

"You're very funny, you know, for someone I just met." I say sarcastically. He genuinely made me chuckle a bit.

"What can I say when I see a beautiful girl like you, it just comes out naturally." He said with a smirk

"Well, Harold, give me your number, and I'll see if I'm available Friday night," I say while curving my lips into a smile.