It was a rainy Thursday. Skies were dark, clouds were dark grey. I grabbed chips and a movie and put the movie in. I sat on the couch with my blanket. I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 P.M. I heard a knock at the door. Who would come here this late? I got off the couch and opened the door. It was my best friend since we were in second grade. I looked into his bright green eyes. I remember the day we first met. I liked him when we first started talking. I stopped day dreaming, I came into his arms. I realized we hugged for 3 minutes straight. I missed him so much. We haven't seen each other for years after years. I let him inside and he sat on the couch, and he talked about how he did so many concerts and how much he missed me. I sat down next to him and he stared into my eyes. I looked in his beautiful green eyes. He slowly took my hand and held it. His soft hands. They are so soft and big.
He slowly started to rub my thumb. He said 'why haven't you called or text me, love? ' His accent was so beautiful. 'Thought you were too busy for me.' I said to him. 'I'd never be too busy for you.' He said to me. He stood up, and asked me to follow him. I raised my eyebrow, got up, and came up to him. He took my hand and walked to my room. He sat on my bed and he had that look for me to sit by him. So I did what he wanted. I leaned my head on his shoulder. He turned his head my direction and kissed my forhead. His lips were so soft. They felt like heaven. I smiled. He sang me Little Things to me. He knew all my insecurites. His voice was so perfect. Slowly, tears rolled down my face quietly. 'You're perect to me.' he sang. That was my favourite part of the song. He stopped singing. Looked at me and he slowly leaned in and kissed my lips. That was unexpected but honestly, I liked it. That was my first kiss. Harry Edward Styles, just kissed me on my lips. Perfect Night.
He got up and went to change. 'Could I spend the night?' he asked. ' Only if you want to.' I said back to him. My best friend well.. more than my best friend. He's my crush. I'm in the love with him. He just doesn't know. He probably doesn't like me back. I think I'm fat and ugly. He tells me every time he comes over that I'm beautiful and skinny. I just still don't believe it. I always think he's lying. ---
